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The blonde didn’t seem to put off about him being awkward and at the very least he got her name. With a firm but quick hand shake she moved off with the rest of the crowd moving toward the barracks. That women will surely be something, he thought to himself and shrugged off the part about the German. Victor knew that it would be awkward as it is with all things, tolerating the German would be one thing but making friends with one he could already see that it would be an unpopular decision with the others. From what she said and her body language regarding that fact he could already tell that most of the others felt the same way as she did.
He waited for the bulk of the crowd to go before following, he never really knew why he didn’t like crowds he was sure it had something to do with being dangerous or something. Another strange thing he noticed was many of the officers and other staff wore lab coats and looked more like scholars than soldiers. One in particular called out to him as he was passing, “Private Victor Asimov” the officer spoke. Stopping mid step to snap to attention, the Officer didn’t even look just reading over some papers on a clipboard, “Follow me” Victor nodded, “yes sir.”
He followed the officer through halls, past bunks and offices till they reached a small examination room, “Have you looked through your Equipment yet?” the officer asked as he began looking through some cabinets, “No sir, I have not looked through my file yet” the officer turned his head to look at Asimov over his shoulder, “you should, while I look for your supplements.” Victor quickly opened the folder he had been holding onto and began to read through it.
Medical records, criminal history if any, family members and their backgrounds, education and skills. Then at the back was a tab for Experimental equipment, a very detailed and in-depth look into his life even stating some psychological issues and possible risks. The tab for his equipment however had a plain sheet on top stating that any misuse or loss of documents could result in prison time or death. As he flipped through the pages and diagrams of the Hydraulic Assisted Armored Platform he was to be using, he barely registered that the officer was talking to him, “Hey kid, come on, did you see what I mean?” all the officer got in reply was a nod.
“Good, I am Doctor Petkovic, I will be overseeing your medical progress through your muscle stimulants. The gear you have is heavy and at the current rate of things strength needs to be your priority followed closely by stamina.” The Doctor placed a syringe with a clear liquid on a sterile metal plate as well as a small glass bottle full of small white square pills, “the serum you are going to be given is… experimental and you will have side effects, we are still unsure of the long term effects. It is designed to tear down your muscles while simultaneously repairing them, thus making your muscles denser and you stronger, you were chosen for this because of your age mostly and your size.” Petkovic paused for a moment holding the syringe in hand, “For a few weeks you can expect to have your muscles be sore and feel like they are on fire, you should also expect your heart to feel funny at times but it should be alright, another thing to expect is well you will be hungry and even though I do believe you should be eating another meal, rations are still low.” he paused for another moment as he stepped up next to Victor, “Do you have any questions?” Victor was silent for a moment, he didn’t look at the doctor just at his hands, “can I operate the armor without it?” another pause as the doctor thought about it, “not very well” He sighed then looked up at the man, “Then do it.”
A sharp prick of the needle and a slight burning sensation that slowly made its way down his arm and around his body, and he was done. The doctor handed him the pills in the bottle, “I can’t give you pain killers or alcohol because of the injection but these pills will help with the muscle growth.” The doctor grabbed the bottle handing it to the boy and pausing, “Now don’t go getting to overzealous this stuff doesn’t make you super human or anything. All it really does is take more of the load off your back.
at best it will give you above average strength” he turned away from victor and retrieved the clipboard flipping through a few pages he finally spoke again. “Take one pill at night before you go to sleep and I will check up on you once a week from here on out, you are dismissed” again victor nodded and left heading back through the hall ways to his bunk.
He walked quickly down the halls moving to the side of other officers and soldiers as he looked for room 5. When he finally found it he noticed that neither of the beds had been used and both had portions of soup siting on wooden plates. He knew which one was his as whoever brought their personal effects in had left his sword leaning against the foot board. Placing the small bottle of pills on a nearby shelf he gripped the handle of his sword placing it on another shelf next to his bed. He stopped for a moment, all he could do or that one moment was look around the room. He sighed for a moment letting his anxiety pass before taking the bowl of soup and sitting down on the bed before he began to eat.
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Name
Victor Asimov
Age
17 years, 4 months
Gender
Male
Birth-date / Location
November 20th, Oslo Norway, 1931
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Appearance
Strong and tall are two such things one would say about the half Russian half Norwegian boy at first glance, then they would notice the blond hair, beard, and blue eyes. The boy stands at just over 6'3” and weighs 245 lbs. he is no stranger to hard work and his body shows it. muscular, fit with many signs of scars and abuse taken from the elements and others. His hair is shaved at the sides and a bit longer than what it's supposed to be on top, always pushed back towards his shoulders. He will normally be seen wearing the simple standard issue green working uniform with polished black combat boots, he's never really cared about being fancy and tends to keep his uniform neat enough to not get called out on it.
Personality
With being young, strong, and fast most would not be wrong to assume his attitude would be reckless and overconfident. However, Victor tends to be more withdrawn and careful especially when speaking to others. He tends to have an awful habit of being too blunt or not tactful enough in most situations. In turn this tends to make others think he is rude or shy. His body language normally portrays kindness and a willingness to protect others but in the heat of battle his eyes betray the cold killer that lies under the surface, one may even be able to see him smile.
Relationships
Will Be updated
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Classification
Support
Equipment
Standard DP-28 LMG
Standard TT-32 Sidearm
Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom)
3x fragmentation grenades
Experimental Gear
The Hydraulic Assisted Armored Platform or HAAP Suit.( Light Armor / Heavy Armor just replace Nazi emblems with Soviet ones) Is the USSR's most recent attempt to combine the technology of the USSR and the German war machines, the USSR's scientists have merged the strength and toughness of a walking tank with the agility and finesse of an infantry soldier. The system works as an exoskeleton covered in semi rounded armor plating and powered by 2 experimental Tesla batteries. These batteries work to power the hydraulic pumps that assist the wearer in movement and strength while wearing the heavy armor. The full helmet and face mask does have the option of using gas filters and a mounted flashlight.
The Tesla batteries can last up to 4 hours on a full charge. Electrical input is the fastest way to recharge the batteries, however if this is not applicable in the given situation small electric generators are housed in the legs and arms of the suit. These generators allow the batteries to be charged by movement and can be switched on and off with a few levers. The drawback to this is it makes the suit slower and harder to move for the user. For this and other reasons it is recommended that the user be strong and given the ability to properly train and grow stronger before extended use. The user also has the option to run one battery at a time doubling the duration but additionally hampering movement during this time.
Caution is to be used while operating this suit as the batteries when damaged can discharge into the user and surrounding soldiers. This often results in the users death and can lead to electrical failure in nearby vehicles. It is also noted that operating the suit in hot temperatures may result in the user succumbing to dehydration if not mindful of the situation.
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Background
Victor was born November 20th 1931 in Oslo Norway, to an old Russian military man and veteran of the great war and a young beautiful Norwegian women who was an aspiring actress. Both were deeply in love and planned to live together in Norway with his fathers two children from another women and their new born son. But alas tragedy struck in the form of an infection that, even through many treatments would ultimately claim his mothers life a few months later. This would be something Victors father would blame him for, for the next 10 years.
After this his father became depressed and turned to the bottle to help. Erasing his plans of living in Norway the man took his three children back to Russia and the USSR. There they would continue their lives in the family home they hopped would only be used for vacations. While his father took to long days at work in the propaganda department of the USSR and long nights out at the bars and out of the house his aunt and a few other family members helped to care for the children, his sister Sara who was 6 and his brother Ivan who was 8.
For the next ten years his father would deal with his anger and unresolved issues by continually beating all of his kids. Victor learned early on how to stay out of the mans way and out of sight. For a time before his older brother left he would hide and let his brother take most of the beating. By the time he turned 8 and his brother was out of the house most days either working in the factories or doing training with the army to prepare for boot camp. This left 8 year old Victor and his rather frail 14 year old sister to his fathers wrath. It was at this time Victor started to stand up to his father, provoking him so he would come after him and not his sister. His sister by this time was very familiar with how to properly treat wounds and as such got plenty of training for the hospital while at home.
When Victor turned ten he began to grow taller, stronger, and a bit more aggressive to the point where he was actively fighting back against his father. Still, to this day he is unsure of what prompted himself to do it but near his 11th birthday, after receiving a beating the night before, he ambushed his father with a wooden club. Beating the man to near death with the full intent of killing the man right then and there. Yet he stopped, the cruel father he had who showed very little emotion other than rage was crying.
It took him a year for his father to finally come to terms with himself and get over his alcohol addiction. Victor wouldn't be able to trust the man for a few more years to come, it was strange that after 12 years he finally had someone who he could call father. Being the only child left in the household with his sister off to nursing school and his brother off somewhere in the soviet air force left just him and his father. He slowly began to trust the man as they began to go hunting, his father teaching him how to shoot, track, clean a kill, and survive. After a few years Roman began teaching him how to wield a sword and about the old Norse gods, a tradition passed from father to son on his mothers side. He knew that being openly religious would not be acceptable if he went on to be a soldier, so he practices in private and try's to keep it a secret. Victors mothers parents never had a son so they passed on the knowledge to Roman who was planning on teaching it to both his sons before Anita died.
This was normal for him up until his 17th birthday, before this he would work with the local farms or construction crews around the city, growing stronger by the day. Then on his 17th birthday he signed up with the Soviet army, maybe while he was there he could help or protect others. His father wished him the best of luck and gave him their family sword to use in combat, Victor always just figured his father pulled some strings or called in a few favors to allow him to keep it. Boot camp was interesting, the physical part wasn't anything he wasn't used too. He was able to pick up on the structure and daily routine of the military fairly well. After a little while he was even able to bond with a few of the other recruits and was looking forward to going to Moscow with them. That was until the letter, when they were being told where they were going he was pulled aside by an officer and given his orders. He was being assigned to a top secret project, something called Squad 914.
Experience
Basic training - 3 months
survival and hunting skills - 5 years
Family
Mother - Anita Asimov (Maiden name - Larsen) - Deceased
Father - Roman Asimov - Holds a high position within the soviet propaganda department
Half Brother - Ivan Asimov - Soviet Bomber Pilot
Half Sister - Sara Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov
Theme Song
Sabaton-Primo Victoria
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Aleyev Yanovich looked up as the door opened. Two females, presuming the ones on the list, turned up and entered the room,
overly seeming wowed by the room they were being given. He smirked to himself, placing his now empty tray down beside his own bed as he watched the two seemingly sit down in an awkward fashion and begin eating his food. Aleyev let out a low chuckle and sitting upwards on the edge of his own bed. He looked outwards towards the two and smiled at both of them, doing a satirical wave towards the two. After he caught there attention, he held out a hand, hoping to shake either of theirs.
"Robinson, Volkov. Pleasure to meet you both. Read some of your profiles beforehand, because for some reason I was allowed to via our CO Vychenko. I guess because he came to me first, I got a sneak peak...It's great to see you both however, a member of SOE from the great British Empire, and a fellow comrade preparing to throw down arms to punch the Fascists right in the chin...Now that is a good pair of soldiers, I'd say."
Aleyev leant over towards the bedside table, where he grabbed his flask of whatever liquid the Officers had given him and took a somewhat small gulp out of it. He wiped his mouth, staring at the flask as he tried to analyse what exactly he was drinking. Smacking his lips a few times, he grinned, placing it back down. A small chuckle seeped from his lips as he wiped his eyelids and nose with the tips of his fingers.
"You serve your country, for a couple of years in fact, and you only get cheap drinks with no excitement. Typical. Anyway,
speaking of serving...I heard that you, Ms. SOE, had served the Polish Resistance quite heavily, especially after giving us some vital information. Now that, that is some fucking ace work. If only we had men here as great as you. And you, recruit...I can only say you'll do more good here than anywhere else in the Red Army, even more than the VDV. We'll be reunited with the enemy, and can avenge the fall of nations who will rise again. I still can't believe France didn't make it, or Britain. Especially Britain...That promising attack on the Greek Nazi-occupied territory...Almost as bad as my time in Leningrad. Remind me to someday tell you about Leningrad, Ms Robinson and Ms Recruit. Remind me please. It isn't every day you get to hear the gritty details."
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Thanh Pham -
Helga Branwulf -
Vera Volkov -
Zoyka Stepanovna -
Milena Kuznetsov -
Victor Asimnov -
Naomi Robinson -
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Syrax sighed, once again he was on his own set of seats in the bus, everyone either to afraid of him or just not wanting to talk to someone who looked so down. not to pleased that he'd got stuck in the viscous cycle that had caused his unhappiness last time he tried to smile, it just looked like he was grimacing. shrugging he went back to looking glum and staring out the window to the buildings going past.
He was on the only bus that took students from the normal human world through to the shielded bubble that was Yokai Academy. They were already almost full hand had less than four more students to pick up. Of those three two were waiting by the tunnel and another was picked up a few minutes before those two. Through the tunnel and out the other side, the bus halting quite sharply at the stop, Syrax slid off his seat sidways, he'd flipped to stretching across the seats when the last students had been picked up. A few students noticed him, one or two laughed. he stood and brushed himself down, walking out the bus he watched as everyone headed off towards the school. The rule about monster forms had been lifted a few years ago, most people still tried to keep human as much as possible though. Sighing to himself Syrax started the walk towards the school, watching as everyone else chatted animatedly to one another, some days he hated being as he was. he concentrated on stopping his aura from being quite so strong. after a while he just let it be and kept up with everyone. While his Aura was not very powerful it was disturbing enough to discourage people.
After a while Syrax, and everyone else, Arrived at the school, they all filed in to the assembly room, a huge auditorium filled with rows of seats, the teachers were sat upon the stage, looking down at everyone. Syrax gulped and made his way to a seat, not really caring where he sat.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
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Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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As Syrax sat down, he found himself sitting next to a tall, white haired woman was who looked 18 in her human form, Zandrea slightly shifted her blue eyes to him as he sat down next to her and then back to the stage, she was giving off a very cold, hard vibe but in aimed at the one who sat next to her, but like she was made of stone to everyone, she crossed uncrossed her legs then re crossed them again the other way as she kept her head forward but her eyes moving around.
She was growing impatient a trait rare in her kind, who sat as stone for half the day everyday taking a deep breath she slid her hand into her pocket and pulled out a package of gum popping two tablets in her hand then into her mouth, then extended out her arm in front of Syrax not saying a word but offering the one next to her a piece.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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Leilah Nassar looked around the room that slowly began to fill with monsters of every tassel in various humanoid forms. The tall, darkly tan and somewhat foreign looking Kyuubi nervously toyed with a strand of long, straight and pale silver hair. She did not want to be in such a crowded place. Then again, was that fear not one of the very reasons she came to the Youkai Academy? She took a steadying breath, though to others it would likely look like an agitated sigh. She did not convey her emotions well at all. So many found her cold and aloof, and more often thought she was cruel without every caring to know her once they discovered what she was. An ancient reputation was a difficult thing to shake.
At last, golden eyes landed on a few near by, empty seats. Closest to the end were a rather unhappy looking boy, and a stony white haired girl. Everywhere else was filling up quickly now. Straightening her back she gathered her wits and breathed softly, "Right." Gracefully she strode over to one of the empty seats and sat next to the boy. She ventured only a quick glance before looking straight ahead and trying to calm her unsettled heart rate. Great Ra she hated crowded places. So. Much.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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This was going to be a hellish few years, Zexel just knew it. Her blue eyes scanned the crowds of monsters, most in their human form including her. She was pretty tall, standing around seven feet tall, but werewolves were known for their size. Course she was a hybrid, and dragons were usually large as well. The black haired woman sat in the a empty seat, closest to the alley so she could quickly escape the auditorium. Bluish ears popped up under her hat, twitching uncomfortably as she cautiously looked around.
Everything seemed alright so far... Though she couldn't help but growl as she caught the stench of a dragon. Damn creatures would be here also.... But she would have to get over it at least in school. She just hope no fire incidents happen. Zexel had a hard time controlling herself then. Patiently, she awaited for this to end so she can just go to her room.
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Name; Zexel
Age; 17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Werewolf/Dragon Hybrid
Tassel Grading; A
Powers;
Human form powers;
Super Speed
Super Strength
Sense of smell and hearing(both ears are very sensitive to the point they hurt if there is too much noise)
Monster Form Powers;
Flight (Hasn't learned)
Breathing of flames (Hasn't Learned)
Claws and fangs
S Rank powers- Dragon Fire which is one of the hottest flames (Hasn't learned), Regeneration occurs in a high rate taking longer the more serious the injuries are, Sonic Roar- a roar that targets a opponents hearing and stuns them briefly, tough hide- lowering injury rates.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only) Zexel wears a black collar, removal causes transformation but only those she absolutely trusts can remove it. Cannot remove on her own.
Personal Info;
Personality; Zexel is sort of quiet and is a bit distance towards others. Having a distrustful nature, she doesn't get to close to others. She also has a bit of a temper, snapping at those who harm innocent people or bother her. Despite her tempered and distant nature, she has a kind heart and cares for others. Zexel is also very overprotective over those she dearly cares about, to the point where she is aggressive so ward strangers getting near them. Oddly, she has a terrible fear of fire. She also loathes dragons, believing they are terrible creatures who only care about themself.
History; Zexel grew up in a forest with her mother and her werewolf pack. Everyone looked down on her, never being a true werewolf with the scales and wings. The other children bullied her, treating her as a outcast.. A monster. So in her childhood, she spent it alone with only her mother to keep her company. Many times Zexel asked where her father was at, but her mother always refused to speak of it. Deeming she was just not ready to hear about it or that her mother didn't want to talk about it. Eventually, she started to believe the rumors from her pack mates. That he had abandoned them, that dragons never actually cared and were just greedy reptiles. He had used her mother! That was what she came to believe and she despised dragons for this. For causing her mother pain and possibly regret in having a hybrid as a daughter. At the age of twelve was when she first discovered her advanced monster form. Having no idea how to control it, she went on a rampage. Her Pack quickly sent for the best spell casters to deal with this and create a seal while her mother tried and calm her. However, just as the collar was placed upon her neck was when she released her first flames. The fire burned her mothers softer body, screams tainting the sky and the smell of scorched fur upon her natural. All she could do was stare in horror at what she had done, staring at the charred body. The event scarred her, fearing fire for the dreadful memories it brought. Afraid she would kill someone again.. Afterwards, she was sent to a family living as humans in Russia. Learning to live as a human was a little different, but slightly easier except for her height which got made fun of by the other children. The other hard part was hiding her normal monster form, which would instinctively reveal itself on her emotions. When she was old enough, her family sent her to Yokai Academy so she could get a better handle on her powers and be around people a little like her.
Heritage; Her mother was a werewolf who fell in love with a wandering dragon. Zexel never knew her father and therefore believed that he abandoned her and dragons were all like that. Grew up solely in her mothers pack.
Goal; (why did they come to Yokai Acadamy?) To learn a bit more about herself. Mostly how to use her dragon side and hopefully get over her fear of fire. And how to control her transformation.
Likes; Sweets, girls, rain, the open stars, forests, open plains, running
Dislikes; Dragons, jerks
Fear; (must have one, just for depth) Fire
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Wings are made of fur
Advanced form; (A class only)
Just a dark blue
The answer is 42
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Syrax did a double take, first the girl he'd sat next to due to her cold reaction to the world had offered him some gum, and second another girl, this one with the same colour hair as the first sat on the other side of him. he resisted the urge to say anything about it instead he smiled lightly and looked at the girl offering him the gum.
"thanks, I'm syrax by the way." he said to the girl on his Left (Zandrea) he glanced up at the girl on his right, now feeling somewhat short, that was a unusual occurrence for himself, he was used to being a fair bit taller than most, but then again that was among nomral humans, and he was slumped forward over the small desk in front of himself. he caught her glance and smiled a little seeing her eyes, like his own could not be hidden, golden and purple, well this'd be interesting.
"Hi." was all he managed before she looked away, feeling a little disheartened Syrax tried to reduce his fear aura as far as he could. he went back to looking glumly at the stage, though he still had a slight smile on his face from the situation, things were looking a little up, even if he didn't meet these two again he could still smile for a small while. a rare thing for him.
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Then the Headmaster walked on to the stage, robed as normal his head covered and the teachers filing in to the seats behind him. the headmaster stood up to the lecturn and coughed ostentatiously to get everyone's attention. "Well, I am pleased to welcome you all to Yokai Academy. I wish I could simply say that and then invite you all to find your dorms and rest. however I have a few Notices to give out." he paused and pulled a sheet of paper from inside his voluminous cloak.
"First and Foremost, Once again I must re-itterate the rule which states you must not reveal, by using, discussing or otherwise, your monster form to anyone, outside of use within combat in the arena. Secondly, I will once again, explain the rules of the arena: No permanent injury, no death, no maiming, however Victory may be obtained through any method or any set of conditions." he paused glancing round at the teachers and then students. "There will be no curfu this year, however, any who are late for class will be given DOUBLE homeworks. and have deadlines HALVED, anyone found not handing in these homeworks will lose their free weekends to catch up. so don't be late!" another pause this one to let the statment sink in. "also for the first term the fourth floor clubhouse is out of use, as well as that entire wing, please do not enter it unless you want to find out if you are mortal. other than that we should be-" he stopped as a younger looking teacher, this one with two massive claymores strapped across his back, both of them in blood red leather cases. the new teacher, or possibly teaching assistant whispered something in to the headmasters ear and then walked off. The headmaster shrugged and turned back to the assembled students. "There have been some changes to a few things, The original no access rule between girls and boys dorms has been adjusted, you need a access card signed by the student in the other dorm you are visiting, and a teacher, this pass will last for 48 hours. there is now also a Year by Year based scoring table for the Arena Matches. Positions on this table will grant a free meal ticket at the end of each week, The top ten players will get four, while the top twenty get three, the top thirty, two, and the top fifty players will get one. once again, this is individual to each year, so there will be five different tables, games against older players or younger players, will not be counted in the tables." The headmaster sighed and looked round one last time. "Now! I hope you all enjoy your time at the Academy and Remember; You are safe here. there are, and will never be again, any humans in the school."
and with that he turned and left, there was about another twenty minutes of verious teachers getting up and explaining things about parts of the school, however most of it could be guessed easily or learnt through watching older students.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
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Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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zandrea watched the head master walk off stage and the start of the teachers introduce themselves and what they did, she was silent to syrax until there was a break in the talking "your welcome...I'm zandrea" she said her voice was matched the vibe she gave off....stone. her eyes went to the girl sitting on the other side of syrax then back to the male in the center of them both "are you uneasy?" for the first time she turned her head and looked straight at him her head cocked lightly to the side, "we are friends now...you can tell me" she mentioned friends but there was no warmth in her words, barely any emotion at all her dark blue eyes looking deep into his eyes.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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Hi, Leilah muttered back with a small nervous smile, a tinge of discomfort in her words that had little to do with the Dragon's fear aura. She fell silent, though, when the Headmaster took to the stage. She tried to patiently listen as teachers continued to talk, but it was hard to focus with the feel of so many other people around her. Her mother's own fears burrowed in to her brain as surely as the same blood ran through her veins. She wanted to stop it. That was why she was here, and she had to remember that.
When the talking ended, she looked over at the boy, Syrax she had heard him say, and the other girl, briefly meeting the eyes of the latter and blinking away. She listened as the other girl introduced herself as Zandrea. Zandrea's words sounded hard, though they seemed to mean well. Her eyes flickered between the two again. Should she say something? Leilah's heart raced at the thought and she scolded herself. Not everyone could be bad. It wasn't possible. The logic didn't stop her from standing, ready to move, before she uttered another syllable. Her voice- tinged with a Middle Eastern accent- was quiet, only just loud enough to be heard and came out somewhat cooler than was often considered normal and more so than Leilah had intended, "I'm Leilah Nassar. Thank you for allowing me to sit near you both."
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Hay, Leilah, you can sit down, we're not meant to be going anywhere yet. he gently tugged her back in to her seat. "don't worry, I don't bite, in this form anyway." he said, grinning for the first time, it was a unnerving grin, both friendly and at the same time had far to much teeth for a normal person, "don't worry about thanking us. you can thank me when I save your butt from being late for school or something." he said shrugging. after a while he looked at zandrea, "look at me, and try not to scream." he said letting his aura flow free, it was like letting out a held breath, a wave of terror washed outwards from him, passing over the both of them. "I can't control who this effects, and its hard to hold on to it." he said, slumping down again waiting for them to move away from him or ask him to move. "Its my only power in human form. I can direct it and chose how strong it is, but not very well" he explained, talking almost to himself, after a moment he tried to lower or reduce the effect of the field. "I can't make friends because of it. people stay away from me for, well just fear. pure, good old fear." he smiled at the other two. "So thats a bit about me, zandrea, you don't sound local, may I ask where your from?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
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Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Entering the auditorium was a new face to the school. Standing at about 5'5'', sporting long black hair that reached his waist, and having a face that could allow him to easily be mistaken for a girl, was Selkie; a male harpy. He held a guitar case close to his body, as if it was some sort of security blanket, the bustle of the halls making him a bit on edge, he scanned the auditorium with his eagle like vision. He hated crowds... Which is why he attempted to look for a seat that wasn't in the center of the large auditorium. It didn't help that he was probably going to be forced into large moving crowds and tight spaces during his time at this school.
It was then he spotted it, a empty seat that wasn't in the center... Right next to the ridiculously tall black haired woman. The effeminate, long haired boy approached Zexel and meekly pointed to the seat beside her. "Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"
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Name: Selkie
Age: 17
Gender: While he looks like a girl, he's male and identifies as male.
Monster Type: Harpy
Tassel Grading; T
Powers:
Human form powers: Can leap great distances and briefly sprout his wings with out going into his full monster form. He has a hypnotic voice, that can sooth violent spirits and calm people down, but he has to concentrate and be emotionally sound himself in order to use it.
Monster Form Powers: Flight, sharp talons, amazing eyesight, razor sharp feathers that he can fire like arrows; the feathers do regenerate after a while, but he can't use it too much in quick succession or it will make it impossible to fly. Same hypnotic voice as he has in his human form.
Personality: He's a bit of a loner, quiet, shy, nervous in social situations, but if one is able to talk with him and settle down, he can be a very friendly person. He loves music, lounging in a quiet place and listening to his portable music device or a stereo; mostly listening to calm music. The only thing he loves more than music is flying, the freedom to move around in the sky without a care in the world.
History: He grew up in the big city, he disliked the hussle and bussle of the streets below, so he stayed on the rooftops all the time, parkouring from roof to roof, fearlessly, keeping to himself. One day, while on his usual runs, he fell from the roof of the apartment complex he lived in, it was then he discovered his monster heritage. After months of practice with flight, he went from exploring the rooftops to exploring the sky, his head in the clouds and without a care in the world.
Heritage; His ancestors.
Goal; He grew up in the human world and was the only one of his kind that he knew of, so he plans to meet more monsters during his stay here.
Likes; Music, flying, sunny days, sweet fruits like apples and peaches
Dislikes; Large crowds, enclosed spaces, people touching his wings, storms, spicy food
Fear; Claustrophobia, he can't stand enclosed tight spaces, being in a moving crowd causes him to panic, forcing him to do breathing exercises
Human form;
Monster Form;
Not entirely sure, but it's similar to his human form, with bird legs/lower half and wings instead of arms.
Also, what is "candlejacking?" I understand what godmodding and metagaming are, but I never heard of the term "candlejacking"
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Ears twitching under the hat again as the Headmaster spoke about the rules and such. Great, the transformation rule would be hard to follow. Not because she would purposely break it, she just had trouble controlling her monster form. She didn't like being in this form, the human body was much slower.... Pausing her thoughts, the black haired, boyish tall woman blinked a little assume one walked up beside her. This creature looked like a female, yet the scent indicated a avian like make. Zexel narrowed her blue eyes as she cautiously moved close suddenly. Sniffing this creature curiously. The hybrid had only had interaction with fellow werewolves. Some humans as well, but Zexel was mostly brought up in the woods, so she acted as such.
It was one of the many reasons to come here. To teach her more how to behave properly. Her instincts and habits were considered wild, which wasn't acceptable in human society.
She didn't exactly mean to be rude, this was just away to examine and sometimes greet someone. Snorting in mild approval, she sat back down and nodded slightly to indicate it was okay for this feminine male to sit.
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Name; Zexel
Age; 17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Werewolf/Dragon Hybrid
Tassel Grading; A
Powers;
Human form powers;
Super Speed
Super Strength
Sense of smell and hearing(both ears are very sensitive to the point they hurt if there is too much noise)
Monster Form Powers;
Flight (Hasn't learned)
Breathing of flames (Hasn't Learned)
Claws and fangs
S Rank powers- Dragon Fire which is one of the hottest flames (Hasn't learned), Regeneration occurs in a high rate taking longer the more serious the injuries are, Sonic Roar- a roar that targets a opponents hearing and stuns them briefly, tough hide- lowering injury rates.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only) Zexel wears a black collar, removal causes transformation but only those she absolutely trusts can remove it. Cannot remove on her own.
Personal Info;
Personality; Zexel is sort of quiet and is a bit distance towards others. Having a distrustful nature, she doesn't get to close to others. She also has a bit of a temper, snapping at those who harm innocent people or bother her. Despite her tempered and distant nature, she has a kind heart and cares for others. Zexel is also very overprotective over those she dearly cares about, to the point where she is aggressive so ward strangers getting near them. Oddly, she has a terrible fear of fire. She also loathes dragons, believing they are terrible creatures who only care about themself.
History; Zexel grew up in a forest with her mother and her werewolf pack. Everyone looked down on her, never being a true werewolf with the scales and wings. The other children bullied her, treating her as a outcast.. A monster. So in her childhood, she spent it alone with only her mother to keep her company. Many times Zexel asked where her father was at, but her mother always refused to speak of it. Deeming she was just not ready to hear about it or that her mother didn't want to talk about it. Eventually, she started to believe the rumors from her pack mates. That he had abandoned them, that dragons never actually cared and were just greedy reptiles. He had used her mother! That was what she came to believe and she despised dragons for this. For causing her mother pain and possibly regret in having a hybrid as a daughter. At the age of twelve was when she first discovered her advanced monster form. Having no idea how to control it, she went on a rampage. Her Pack quickly sent for the best spell casters to deal with this and create a seal while her mother tried and calm her. However, just as the collar was placed upon her neck was when she released her first flames. The fire burned her mothers softer body, screams tainting the sky and the smell of scorched fur upon her natural. All she could do was stare in horror at what she had done, staring at the charred body. The event scarred her, fearing fire for the dreadful memories it brought. Afraid she would kill someone again.. Afterwards, she was sent to a family living as humans in Russia. Learning to live as a human was a little different, but slightly easier except for her height which got made fun of by the other children. The other hard part was hiding her normal monster form, which would instinctively reveal itself on her emotions. When she was old enough, her family sent her to Yokai Academy so she could get a better handle on her powers and be around people a little like her.
Heritage; Her mother was a werewolf who fell in love with a wandering dragon. Zexel never knew her father and therefore believed that he abandoned her and dragons were all like that. Grew up solely in her mothers pack.
Goal; (why did they come to Yokai Acadamy?) To learn a bit more about herself. Mostly how to use her dragon side and hopefully get over her fear of fire. And how to control her transformation.
Likes; Sweets, girls, rain, the open stars, forests, open plains, running
Dislikes; Dragons, jerks
Fear; (must have one, just for depth) Fire
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Wings are made of fur
Advanced form; (A class only)
Just a dark blue
The answer is 42
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her cold eyes stared at syrax, she was unmoved by the fear he was producing "my kind knows true fear when we sleep...." she reached to her ears and plucked her earrings off her ears and held her hand out infront of her watching the tips of her hand start to turn to stone in the light of the sun "we sleep in fear of being broken...." the stone was quickly moving up her hand "do you mind putting them back on my ears, i do not wish to turn to stone" she held out her earrings for him and presented her head to him her head almost in his lap.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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The fear washed over her but she held her place, slowly sitting back down. Leilah eyed him, but said nothing as Zandrea said her peace. She raised an eyebrow when the girl removed a pair of earrings and slowly began turning to stone. While the earrings were being re-affixed to the Gargoyle, the fennec-like Kyuubi took a settling breath. After a moment of pondering her phrasing, she responded as well, "I can live with fear, I suppose. At least you are straightforward and honest about it."
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Why is she sniffing me? The harpy boy thought to himself, backing up a step. Must have something to do with her species... Werewolf maybe? Despite the sniffing, he nodded and sat down. She's just getting to know you, maybe figuring out your species or gender... She's probably nice. He set his guitar case at his feet, leaning it against his legs. Despite his earlier uneasiness, he quickly cheered up, becoming more comfortable. Yeah, this won't be too bad. Once I get a room and a someone to bunk with, everything will be all right. Maybe they even have music classes here or will let me fly around during break or on the weekends. Although, the whole rule about keeping ones transformation a secret would make that a lot harder... It seemed a bit silly to him, keeping your monster form a secret when it's what makes you special. But, there was nothing he could do about it, so he let the subject rest.
But If he is going to get over his social anxiety though, he should first try being social. He looked up at the tall woman next to him, thinking of a way to help pass the time, he attempts to get a conversation going with her, "H-hi... I'm Selkie by the way, And you?" So far so good, right? "Thanks for letting me sit next to you."
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Name: Selkie
Age: 17
Gender: While he looks like a girl, he's male and identifies as male.
Monster Type: Harpy
Tassel Grading; T
Powers:
Human form powers: Can leap great distances and briefly sprout his wings with out going into his full monster form. He has a hypnotic voice, that can sooth violent spirits and calm people down, but he has to concentrate and be emotionally sound himself in order to use it.
Monster Form Powers: Flight, sharp talons, amazing eyesight, razor sharp feathers that he can fire like arrows; the feathers do regenerate after a while, but he can't use it too much in quick succession or it will make it impossible to fly. Same hypnotic voice as he has in his human form.
Personality: He's a bit of a loner, quiet, shy, nervous in social situations, but if one is able to talk with him and settle down, he can be a very friendly person. He loves music, lounging in a quiet place and listening to his portable music device or a stereo; mostly listening to calm music. The only thing he loves more than music is flying, the freedom to move around in the sky without a care in the world.
History: He grew up in the big city, he disliked the hussle and bussle of the streets below, so he stayed on the rooftops all the time, parkouring from roof to roof, fearlessly, keeping to himself. One day, while on his usual runs, he fell from the roof of the apartment complex he lived in, it was then he discovered his monster heritage. After months of practice with flight, he went from exploring the rooftops to exploring the sky, his head in the clouds and without a care in the world.
Heritage; His ancestors.
Goal; He grew up in the human world and was the only one of his kind that he knew of, so he plans to meet more monsters during his stay here.
Likes; Music, flying, sunny days, sweet fruits like apples and peaches
Dislikes; Large crowds, enclosed spaces, people touching his wings, storms, spicy food
Fear; Claustrophobia, he can't stand enclosed tight spaces, being in a moving crowd causes him to panic, forcing him to do breathing exercises
Human form;
Monster Form;
Not entirely sure, but it's similar to his human form, with bird legs/lower half and wings instead of arms.
Also, what is "candlejacking?" I understand what godmodding and metagaming are, but I never heard of the term "candlejacking"
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Syrax shrugged and then blushed as she almost put her head in his lap. "Uh yeah. ok" he said setting her earings back in place. "you know your not ment to do that right?" he pointed out, looking at Leilah. "thanks, most people just scream and run for the hills. so tell me a little about yourself? you don't sound local." he asked Leilah, his own purple eyes scanning out over those infront of him, several had almost fainted from the shock of his aura. "Also i think the introduction is about to finish, arn't the dorms first come first serve?" he settled back in to his seat and then doubled over coughing, having inhaled the gum given to him a few minutes ago.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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The stone retracted and she flexed her fingers "thank you" her expression never changed "I require a trusted person to share my room but I have only found a single person who fits this requirement" her eye went from syrax to leilah "Other possiblitys are also welcomed" her eyes then back to syrax who was now doubled over she placed a hand on his back and lightly patted "are you well?" She asked her face and voice not giving any emotion
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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Zexel blinked slowly as this avian feminine male spoke to her, slightly glancing at the guitar case at his feet. She didn't know what he was, she just knew he smelled like a bird. Though he didn't have that smoldering scent of fire, so he probably wasn't a phoenix. Which was good, otherwise she would fear of such a creature generating flame at any given point. Her blue eyes narrowed, her ears bumping underneath her hat in slight uncertainty. Unsure how to actually interact with other creatures, she made a soft little grunting sound.
"Zexel." She responded, her voice gruff and sounded a bit feral and wild. A soft growl to it but still pretty soft and clean for it to be clear and quiet. She could feel her black hair bristle as she sensed the dragons presence grow stronger and she mentally scrunched her nose in disgust. Keep ignoring... At least this feminine male did not seem to be a dragon. Much to girly... Yet she didn't know any race that had feminine males. Perhaps those they call sirens? Whatever those were..
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Name; Zexel
Age; 17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Werewolf/Dragon Hybrid
Tassel Grading; A
Powers;
Human form powers;
Super Speed
Super Strength
Sense of smell and hearing(both ears are very sensitive to the point they hurt if there is too much noise)
Monster Form Powers;
Flight (Hasn't learned)
Breathing of flames (Hasn't Learned)
Claws and fangs
S Rank powers- Dragon Fire which is one of the hottest flames (Hasn't learned), Regeneration occurs in a high rate taking longer the more serious the injuries are, Sonic Roar- a roar that targets a opponents hearing and stuns them briefly, tough hide- lowering injury rates.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only) Zexel wears a black collar, removal causes transformation but only those she absolutely trusts can remove it. Cannot remove on her own.
Personal Info;
Personality; Zexel is sort of quiet and is a bit distance towards others. Having a distrustful nature, she doesn't get to close to others. She also has a bit of a temper, snapping at those who harm innocent people or bother her. Despite her tempered and distant nature, she has a kind heart and cares for others. Zexel is also very overprotective over those she dearly cares about, to the point where she is aggressive so ward strangers getting near them. Oddly, she has a terrible fear of fire. She also loathes dragons, believing they are terrible creatures who only care about themself.
History; Zexel grew up in a forest with her mother and her werewolf pack. Everyone looked down on her, never being a true werewolf with the scales and wings. The other children bullied her, treating her as a outcast.. A monster. So in her childhood, she spent it alone with only her mother to keep her company. Many times Zexel asked where her father was at, but her mother always refused to speak of it. Deeming she was just not ready to hear about it or that her mother didn't want to talk about it. Eventually, she started to believe the rumors from her pack mates. That he had abandoned them, that dragons never actually cared and were just greedy reptiles. He had used her mother! That was what she came to believe and she despised dragons for this. For causing her mother pain and possibly regret in having a hybrid as a daughter. At the age of twelve was when she first discovered her advanced monster form. Having no idea how to control it, she went on a rampage. Her Pack quickly sent for the best spell casters to deal with this and create a seal while her mother tried and calm her. However, just as the collar was placed upon her neck was when she released her first flames. The fire burned her mothers softer body, screams tainting the sky and the smell of scorched fur upon her natural. All she could do was stare in horror at what she had done, staring at the charred body. The event scarred her, fearing fire for the dreadful memories it brought. Afraid she would kill someone again.. Afterwards, she was sent to a family living as humans in Russia. Learning to live as a human was a little different, but slightly easier except for her height which got made fun of by the other children. The other hard part was hiding her normal monster form, which would instinctively reveal itself on her emotions. When she was old enough, her family sent her to Yokai Academy so she could get a better handle on her powers and be around people a little like her.
Heritage; Her mother was a werewolf who fell in love with a wandering dragon. Zexel never knew her father and therefore believed that he abandoned her and dragons were all like that. Grew up solely in her mothers pack.
Goal; (why did they come to Yokai Acadamy?) To learn a bit more about herself. Mostly how to use her dragon side and hopefully get over her fear of fire. And how to control her transformation.
Likes; Sweets, girls, rain, the open stars, forests, open plains, running
Dislikes; Dragons, jerks
Fear; (must have one, just for depth) Fire
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Wings are made of fur
Advanced form; (A class only)
Just a dark blue
The answer is 42
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Selkie nodded, the gruff voice startling him at first, the soft growl giving him an idea of what she could possibly be; a mammalian creature of sorts maybe. Personally, he didn't know if the males in his race were as girly as himself or if it was just him. He's never met any other harpies in his life. With the short response that Zexel gave him, the effeminate male searches for another subject to hop on, to continue their conversation.
"S-so.. What brought you to this school, Zexel?" He didn't look up at her, staring down at his knees the whole time. Why am I so nervous? I have to get use to this place if I'm going to remain here... I haven't even met my dorm mate He finally looked up at Zexel, making eye contact... Well, at least trying to make contact, it's kind of hard at the angle he is at. "Personally, I came here to get to know more about monsters... I grew up raised by humans..."
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Name: Selkie
Age: 17
Gender: While he looks like a girl, he's male and identifies as male.
Monster Type: Harpy
Tassel Grading; T
Powers:
Human form powers: Can leap great distances and briefly sprout his wings with out going into his full monster form. He has a hypnotic voice, that can sooth violent spirits and calm people down, but he has to concentrate and be emotionally sound himself in order to use it.
Monster Form Powers: Flight, sharp talons, amazing eyesight, razor sharp feathers that he can fire like arrows; the feathers do regenerate after a while, but he can't use it too much in quick succession or it will make it impossible to fly. Same hypnotic voice as he has in his human form.
Personality: He's a bit of a loner, quiet, shy, nervous in social situations, but if one is able to talk with him and settle down, he can be a very friendly person. He loves music, lounging in a quiet place and listening to his portable music device or a stereo; mostly listening to calm music. The only thing he loves more than music is flying, the freedom to move around in the sky without a care in the world.
History: He grew up in the big city, he disliked the hussle and bussle of the streets below, so he stayed on the rooftops all the time, parkouring from roof to roof, fearlessly, keeping to himself. One day, while on his usual runs, he fell from the roof of the apartment complex he lived in, it was then he discovered his monster heritage. After months of practice with flight, he went from exploring the rooftops to exploring the sky, his head in the clouds and without a care in the world.
Heritage; His ancestors.
Goal; He grew up in the human world and was the only one of his kind that he knew of, so he plans to meet more monsters during his stay here.
Likes; Music, flying, sunny days, sweet fruits like apples and peaches
Dislikes; Large crowds, enclosed spaces, people touching his wings, storms, spicy food
Fear; Claustrophobia, he can't stand enclosed tight spaces, being in a moving crowd causes him to panic, forcing him to do breathing exercises
Human form;
Monster Form;
Not entirely sure, but it's similar to his human form, with bird legs/lower half and wings instead of arms.
Also, what is "candlejacking?" I understand what godmodding and metagaming are, but I never heard of the term "candlejacking"
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I have no one in particular in mind. I don't know anyone. Leilah met Zandrea's gaze briefly. "If you think there's space, would you care if I roomed with you?" She sat somewhat quietly, nervously regarding the pair. It took the socially awkward Kyuubi a moment to even realize Syrax's next question, regarding locality, was directed at her. It was safe to say that she was unused to holding conversation and blinked, hesitating slightly before she began to answer, "I was born and raised my first several years in C-"
Syrax's sudden coughing interrupted her response, however. She leaned in slightly, not quite daring to actually touch him as the other one had, "Are you alright?"
When she was sure everything was alright, she would finish her answer more succinctly, "Egypt. I'm originally from Cairo, Egypt."
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Syrax held up his hands with the thumbs up sign sitting up and catching his breath "I'm ok girls, thanks." he smiled and lent back on his chair. "egypt huh? I spent most of my life in Britain and Japan, depending on the season." he said and then grinned. "I doubt any of those solutions involving me will come to pass soon." he teased and looked down at the stage. "it seems the assembly is over, should we go find our dorms? or would you rather we take a tour of the grounds?" he asked the two of them as he stood.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
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Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Zandrea looked to Leilah and nodded "I require someone who I can trust not to smash me when i take my stone sleep,that is if you can handle having a wild room mate like myself living with you..." she voice and look did not change from the stoney demeanor she had all day so it was almost impossible to tell if she was joking or not "only the two of you have this knowledge and i dont trust Syrax" her blue eyes landed on him "this is not because you are not my friend but a male" she uncrossed her legs and stood up "let us find rooms and look around the grounds, it will be night soon and i hope to be in my new room"
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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I've never been to Britain. I hear it can be dreary and rainy somewhat frequently, is it true? Leilah asked Syrax. She still felt a little awkward, but she wasn't quite as nervous as before. "I think finding the dorms and then looking around sounds like a good plan, though."
The Kyuubi turned to acknowledge Zandrea's remark about rooms. She smiled a little, and in spite of an almost tangible guard still up, she managed to crack a small joke, "I can assure you, I have no urge to smash anyone in her sleep. A wild roommate? I suppose I can manage. After all, not a lot is wilder than running through the dunes of the desert, chasing Jackals, and scaring some Nile crocs on visits to my grandparents."
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Selkie nodded, the gruff voice startling him at first, the soft growl giving him an idea of what she could possibly be; a mammalian creature of sorts maybe. Personally, he didn't know if the males in his race were as girly as himself or if it was just him. He's never met any other harpies in his life. With the short response that Zexel gave him, the effeminate male searches for another subject to hop on, to continue their conversation."S-so.. What brought you to this school, Zexel?" He didn't look up at her, staring down at his knees the whole time. He finally looked up at Zexel, making eye contact... Well, at least trying to make contact, it's kind of hard at the angle he is at. "Personally, I came here to get to know more about monsters... I grew up raised by humans..."
Watching the much smaller creature beside her, the boyish girl's deep blue eyes blinked slowly as she listened to another question. Not sure why this male was speaking to her, she gave a slow nod. "About the same... Learning of other creatures." She answered, her tall lean body shifting slightly as she examined the male avian beside her. Should she try interacting in return? He didn't seem dangerous at least. "Were you suggested here by family?" She asked.
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Name; Zexel
Age; 17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Werewolf/Dragon Hybrid
Tassel Grading; A
Powers;
Human form powers;
Super Speed
Super Strength
Sense of smell and hearing(both ears are very sensitive to the point they hurt if there is too much noise)
Monster Form Powers;
Flight (Hasn't learned)
Breathing of flames (Hasn't Learned)
Claws and fangs
S Rank powers- Dragon Fire which is one of the hottest flames (Hasn't learned), Regeneration occurs in a high rate taking longer the more serious the injuries are, Sonic Roar- a roar that targets a opponents hearing and stuns them briefly, tough hide- lowering injury rates.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only) Zexel wears a black collar, removal causes transformation but only those she absolutely trusts can remove it. Cannot remove on her own.
Personal Info;
Personality; Zexel is sort of quiet and is a bit distance towards others. Having a distrustful nature, she doesn't get to close to others. She also has a bit of a temper, snapping at those who harm innocent people or bother her. Despite her tempered and distant nature, she has a kind heart and cares for others. Zexel is also very overprotective over those she dearly cares about, to the point where she is aggressive so ward strangers getting near them. Oddly, she has a terrible fear of fire. She also loathes dragons, believing they are terrible creatures who only care about themself.
History; Zexel grew up in a forest with her mother and her werewolf pack. Everyone looked down on her, never being a true werewolf with the scales and wings. The other children bullied her, treating her as a outcast.. A monster. So in her childhood, she spent it alone with only her mother to keep her company. Many times Zexel asked where her father was at, but her mother always refused to speak of it. Deeming she was just not ready to hear about it or that her mother didn't want to talk about it. Eventually, she started to believe the rumors from her pack mates. That he had abandoned them, that dragons never actually cared and were just greedy reptiles. He had used her mother! That was what she came to believe and she despised dragons for this. For causing her mother pain and possibly regret in having a hybrid as a daughter. At the age of twelve was when she first discovered her advanced monster form. Having no idea how to control it, she went on a rampage. Her Pack quickly sent for the best spell casters to deal with this and create a seal while her mother tried and calm her. However, just as the collar was placed upon her neck was when she released her first flames. The fire burned her mothers softer body, screams tainting the sky and the smell of scorched fur upon her natural. All she could do was stare in horror at what she had done, staring at the charred body. The event scarred her, fearing fire for the dreadful memories it brought. Afraid she would kill someone again.. Afterwards, she was sent to a family living as humans in Russia. Learning to live as a human was a little different, but slightly easier except for her height which got made fun of by the other children. The other hard part was hiding her normal monster form, which would instinctively reveal itself on her emotions. When she was old enough, her family sent her to Yokai Academy so she could get a better handle on her powers and be around people a little like her.
Heritage; Her mother was a werewolf who fell in love with a wandering dragon. Zexel never knew her father and therefore believed that he abandoned her and dragons were all like that. Grew up solely in her mothers pack.
Goal; (why did they come to Yokai Acadamy?) To learn a bit more about herself. Mostly how to use her dragon side and hopefully get over her fear of fire. And how to control her transformation.
Likes; Sweets, girls, rain, the open stars, forests, open plains, running
Dislikes; Dragons, jerks
Fear; (must have one, just for depth) Fire
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Wings are made of fur
Advanced form; (A class only)
Just a dark blue
The answer is 42
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syrax sighed. "I'm not your typical guy, and anyway, what do you have against guys?" he stretched and jumped down a row to make his way out. "I'll see you girls outside the dorms in say fifteen minutes?" he suggested, laughing at the commented about the UK he shrugged. "it rains, yes, but it as some of the most amazing scenery you can picture, there's a place I used to go to on holiday mountains so tall that even a dragon couldn't fly over them, and all the way up the side were huge green oak trees older than the town at the base of the hills." he sighed " and when it rained you could race under the trees and hide from the rain in the shadow of oak tree so old your grandparents can remember climbing it as children." he shrugged, and smiled. "look at me, day dreaming about home already," he shook his head, then his eyes lit up "And then there's the storms...." he grinned, "no rain, or wind, just this...feeling of immense pressure and power, as if the havens themselves are about to ride down and shatter earth, and then BOOM." he jumped forward a little, hopeing to make them jump. "it starts to drop lightning as if they were raindrops, thunder rattling like a almighty drum. its the sort of thing that makes you realise that against some things your just as weak as a human."
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
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Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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zandrea shifted abit as she stood beside Syrax "I have no ill feelings about your gender....i was making a jest about living in the same room with a male...I seem to have problems being funny" as she was listening to his story she was enthralled in the landscape he painted with his words all she thought was how much it sounded like her home then when the BOOM came, she lightly flinched taking a step back from where she was "this place you speak of sounds enchanting"
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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If you'll pardon me, while your homeland sounds... lovely, I think I'll stick to my clear nights, burning hot days, desert winds and sand storms with only one rainy/storm season. Though, I would like to see some of the scenery you speak of. When in Japan instead of Egypt, I loved running through the wooded mountains with Mother. Leilah remarked, wincing slightly at his vocalization of thunder. She looked at Zandrea, noticing her flinch as well and take a step back. She had looked as though she were reminiscing, enthralled by his words, until the 'BOOM.' It made the Kyuubi think that, perhaps, Zandrea's homeland was similar to Syrax's.
Leilah also began making her way out of the rows of seats. "I guess we should get going towards the dorms before all the good rooms are taken?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Syrax nodded and smiled. "Britain is quite pretty, yes, but it is damp. you get used to it." he headed out and down towards the doors. "fifteen minutes. outside the dorms." and with that he was off, jogging through the crowd using the fact he was thinner and a lot more agile than most to keep himself just ahead of everyone else. grinning to himself he kept working his way through the crowd hoping to get at-least a half decent dorm and a non-insane dorm mate.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Zandrea tilted her head as she watched him jog off "he is very strange...but i believe i like him he would be a good friend to me" she looked to Leilah "if you wish to lead the way to our shared new home by all means and i will follow my new friend" she flipped her white hair from her face and waited for Leilah "you do not think i offended our friend syrax do you, I was marely joking about not trusting him, i did not want to tell him the reason i would rather live with you as my living partner was i dont trust myself" she let out a sigh even that much emotion came off very cold.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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I don't think you offended him. Leilah responded, slowly getting accustomed to the Zandrea's manner of speech. She left it at that with an almost-forced looking smile, showing that her own aloof awkwardness was yet to dissipate. Walking towards the dorm building for the girls, she turned her golden gaze on the other girl again, "Do you have a preference for which level we sleep on?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Syrax smiled as he wound his way through the dorm building, quickly finding a unoccupied room, slipping inside and closing the door behind him he quickly put his name and dorm number on a sheet to get his luggage delivered by the afternoon. after unpacking his backpack holding a few personal effects and a change of clothes he changed out of the school uniform he'd had to wear to the initiation and changed in to a pair of black trousers and white shirt, with a purple jacket, however the purple was so dark it could be called black, it just depends on how the light shone on it. checking himself in the mirror he quickly brushed his hair to stop it looking a complete train reck and made his way out the hall and down to infront of the dorms.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Zandrea followed close her eyes looking around as they walked "I prefer the upper most floor, but if you prefer closer to the ground I will still follow" she watched as all the other students ran around busy and having fun meeting new people and old friends. "Leilah my friend, what do you suppose we do after we find our living quarters and meet back up with our friend syrax?"
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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I'm alright with one of the upper floors, Zandrea. I like the views from them better, because I can usually see more. Leilah nodded, opening the door to the dorm for the other girl, before heading inside herself and towards the stairs. "Hmm... We could always explore the grounds a little and then head for dinner?"
She started up the first of several flights of stairs to the top floor. When they at last reached their destination, Leilah began walking down the first hall, closest to the front of the building. Midway down, she found a door that was not yet marked with occupants' names. Knocking and receiving no reply she opened the door. It was, indeed, empty. Turning to her new roommate she asked, "How about this one?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Zandrea stepped into the dorm and looked around slowly walking towards the window looking outside, stepping back she walks to one of the beds in the room and lays down "I think we have found our new place to live my friend" Zandrea gave what looked to be a smile to Leilah "what do you think my friend?" she sat up now sitting on the edge of the bed crossing her long legs her hand lightly running across the bed behind her.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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((Sorry for the three day lul))
Syrax stood after a while and started to wonder round, looking around the local area to see if he could find anything intresting, other than a few suspiciously placed trees and a back way in and out of both dorms he shrugged and went back to waiting for the girls.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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I like it. Leilah smiled a little, staring out the window and over the school grounds. She pulled a pen from her pocket and found the paper they were meant to mark their names on to use to tag their door. Quickly she scrawled out her name in slanting, just legible letters before passing it to Zandrea. "Shall we mark the door and then go meet Syrax?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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taking the paper she wrote in her name under Leilah's and got up putting the tag on the door "we have ourselves a home while we attend school my friend, let us meet with Syrax and look around the ground together" she brushed back her white hair from her eyes and stepped out into the wall and looked at the tag she just put up and of all things a smile crossed her often stone like face.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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Syrax had managed to get himself on to one of the walls around the dorm rooms, though he wasn't sure what he was intending to do now he was up there. he'd had a vague idea before hand but now he was just wondering how to get back down, and at this rate the only option was jump, and he didn't like that idea, not only because he wasn't the best at landing but because he felt like it would just end badly. so he balanced on the top of the wall and started walking along it, looking down both sides, wondering what it was ment to keep out. or in.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
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Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Leilah was a little surprised to see a smile cross the other girl's face and decided that Zandrea should do so more often. It was quite pretty. She returned the smile with one of her own, somewhat guarded ones and followed her roommate into the hall, "Let's do that. A healthy dose of exploring before classes start getting in the way of it seems like a good plan."
She stretched her arms above her head before letting them fall lightly by her sides as she drifted back toward the steps. My friend... She wondered at Zandrea's words. Had she really made a new friend so quickly? Could she really trust her new roommate to be her actual friend? The young Egyptian girl was entirely unsure. Everything her mother had raised her with said 'no,' but her own instinct told her it was possible, if not quite probable. She toyed with the ring on her right ring-finger, spinning it a little, but keeping it firmly in place as was typical of her nervous habit.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Zandrea walked back the way they came as they went to meet back up with Syrax, Zandrea watched as Leilah was seemingly in thought her cold as stone eyes glancing to the ring she spun on her finger "once we meet back up with our friend Syrax where shall we venture? we do not have class until tomorrow morning so we should make our first night as new friends memorable do you not think?" Leilah own nervous twitching made Zandrea reach and lightly bat at her earrings that kept her in human form, but for her it was also the fact she never spent so much time in the day before and it was starting to drag on her, she yearned for the dark once again.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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Syrax sighed and sat down on the wall. what was taking the girls? surely they wern't that badly overburdened. he then remembered. "Makeup" he said outloud. "women and makeup." he sighed. "Well I best get comfortable, I'm in for the long haul" he said and settled down on the wall. fully expecting to wait another hour before the girls finished 'doing their makeup'
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Hmmm... Perhaps just wander which ever way the mood strikes us? After all, we've never been here before. That in itself should be memorable, no? Leilah mused aloud to Zandrea, opening the door out of their dorm building. Immediately she began to scan for Syrax and found herself unable to locate him on the ground outside of the buildings. She wondered what might be keeping him, typically she hadn't known boys to take any extra time on anything like unpacking, picking rooms or getting ready. At least, that is, her cousins never had. Those were really the only boys she had had a lot of contact with... Only people, when she stopped to think about it.
It was when she started to lift her gaze skyward that she finally noticed him. He was sitting atop the wall around the dorms. She moved to point him out to Zandrea if she hadn't already seen him, "I wonder what he's doing up there?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Zandrea cocked her head head upwards she seemed to wonder the same thing that Leilah just asked "maybe it is the view he enjoys" she placed her hands around her mouth and yelled up "Friend Syrax what are you doing? if you wish for a view the living area Leilah and myself just procured will surfice" she could fly up there or even climb but that would be breaking the rules and she was unsure if Leilah could do the same, so she stayed on the ground looking up.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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oh hay girls. Syrax said and jumped down off the wall, landing while not gracefully, at least with some dignity. "I was just having a look round. Wondering why they need a wall" he explained and smiled. "So, where would you like to go first?" he asked, no clue where to begin him self.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Leilah was somewhat impressed when Syrax lept down and managed not to fall flat on his bum. She found herself pondering for a moment as well when he mentioned the wall before shrugging. "Well, walls that high generally have one of two purposes and it's not just 'decoration.' They're trying to keep us in... or something else out, I'm sure."
Again she stretched her arms above her head before clasping her hands behind her back, once more fiddling with the ring on her left hand as she thought. Where to go was an excellent question. "Well, how about we take a look around for the right buildings for class, then the main courtyard, and then head toward the dining hall?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Zandrea watched and listened "knowing where we must go tomorrow may be the best idea, then we won't be lost when we need to be on time" zandrea stepped to the wall and placed her hand on the stone running her hand along them the castle where I am from had very high walls so I see them as protection as well as a prison"
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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At a guess? I'd say its both, to keep us in, and to keep whatever is out there, out. Syrax said and stretched, his back cracking lightly "I guess exploring the class rooms it is" he said. he checked a small map he'd been given at the start and started to walk, half expecting the girls to keep up with him. "Can I ask you girls a question?" he said, turning on his heel and walking backwards. he was starting to get confused about how this had all come to pass as it had all happened in rapid succession.
((anyone fancy having some random a-hole show up?))
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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((Always a good time.))
"This is my first time behind them really. Walls like this, but probably." Leilah shrugged. She followed when Syrax began to walk, musing over the fact that she was already interacting with people that were total strangers just a couple hours before. She had nearly come up to walk along side him when he turned on his heel to walk backwards in front of them. She shortened her stride a little to drift back so she could see him. A small smile played across her features, "You may ask, on my part at least. Though I won't promise an answer until I hear the question. Unless that was the question?"
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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Zandrea was walking behind them both but still close making them seem like a walking triangle "I do not hide much, your question would get a truthful answer from me" as they walked her eyes would peer to the top of the wall every so often, it was reflex if she was out during the day she was used to seeing her family in stone ontop of walls like these, these walls seemed naked, after looking back to the others she wrapped her arms around herself her white bangs hanging over her eyes.
(im all for random encouters)
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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what made you sit next to me? he asked, stretching his arms and smiling at them. "also, if you ever see me shifting towards my monster form, run." He added almost on instinct, remembering the last time that sort of fury had been let lose.
((all right, who's playing them. I'm on my tablet tam))
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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((I can if casterly doesn't want to.))
"Empty seat close by where I already was." Leilah shrugged, golden eyes regarding him with some unreadable thought at his second remark. She twisted her hip-length silver hair around one hand before releasing it to fall down her back and out of her way and then dropping her hands to her sides. "It seemed a safe enough place to sit in a room full of entirely unfamiliar faces. So I guess your answer from me is simply chance."
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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(i have a hard time juggling multiple people in the same room kinda stuff :( im bad)
Zandrea tilted her head "the honest answer is...you sat next to me" and in another rare scene she smiled again like she did when she put her name on the room they picked out "I do not wish to be scared of either of you, true form or not.....you are my friends now...but if you wish for me to run...i will" she knew in a school for monsters she was rather low on the totem pole gargoyles were not very powerful compared to others
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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((alllright, I'll post again when I have my laptop and can type))
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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Its not a case of being scared, more being safe he said and smiled turning back round and slowing down for two steps to walk between them. "so anyway, how do you think the year will go?" he smiled at both of them. "I honestly hope it'll go without much incident and without any majour upsets." he sighed softly. rubbing his head "kinda lame but still."
((Yay forshadowing!))
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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I would prefer the 'lame.' It makes life easier. Leilah replied more to herself than the others it seemed, fiddling with her ring once again at the thought of any kind of incident or major upset occurring during the school year. Her gaze flashed to Syrax, briefly reverting the conversation back, "If you are a danger in your true form, I cannot agree to stay away."
((So Am I playing random buttface encounter guy? If so, he'll be in mah next post.))
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Leilah Nassar
Age;17
Gender; Female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Kyuubi (since I cannot find a reference to any kind of Fennec spirit or monstrous being, sadly)
Tassel Grading; S (L if possible, but I won't be heart broken if not)
Powers;
Human form powers; Aside from the typical baseline strength/endurance, Leilah has a somewhat heightened sense of hearing/smell
Monster Form Powers;
Fox fire Magic: This is technically more than one ability in and of itself, and will likely make up most of the list of things she can do. Kyuubi are capable of illusion magic that can transform a scene before someones very eyes through their foxfire magics, a scene often almost impossible to discern from reality. Some of her tails are also capable of calling lightening or burning fire, though aim can be... difficult. The use of foxfire around her paws also allows for flight.
Kitsunetsuki- If truly in danger (or if it's a particularly evil member of the species, aka not Leilah), she may attempt to possess her opponent and bend them to her will. This is difficult and not rarely dangerous.
Dream walking- likely to never be seen, Kitsune like the Kyuubi can often make willful manifestations of themselves within the dreams of others.
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (if L class is denied) Leilah's monstrous form is sealed by a small, opalescent, pearl like stone worn in a ring on her right hand (Hoshi-no-Tama). Removal of this ring is only possible by her when she is truly in danger, typically life and death situations. She tends to shy away from people in case of someone else being able to remove the ring accidentally. She has never let anyone attempt to try and take it, and doesn't want to find out if they can.
Personal Info;
Personality; Leilah is a somewhat reserved, and quiet person. Many think she is aloof or cold, but mostly she is unsure of the world around her. She looks down on no one, knowing half of her own heritage is below that of even T class monster. If you can get her to open up a little, she is a somewhat sweet and caring, but logical and straight forward girl. She has a clear social anxiety and prefers to be alone, though deep down she wishes someone could show her the way out of her dark hole- that is, if she found anyone that could be trusted...
History & Heritage; Leilah was born to a human Egyptian male and a Kyuubi mother, the latter's monstrous blood completely erradicating the former's in the body of their child. When she was four, her father passed and her mother returned home. Since then, Leilah was raised with little outside contact. The Kyuubi of Japan long had many stigma against them, and it was often difficult for young Leilah to retain a fully human form. The difficult life of her mother lead her to raise the young girl with a deep mistrust of those around her, human and monster alike.
Goal; Leilah wants to know if, out there anywhere, is someone that could be trusted. She also wishes to learn how to control herself more to properly integrate into society so she does not have to fear going outside anymore.
Likes; books, the quiet, fennecs (she has one as a pet left at home with her mother), starry nights, and most animals
Dislikes; Dogs. Dogs. Dogs dogs dogs. Dogs. Did I mention dogs?
Fear; She fears the outside world, loneliness, and getting close enough to someone to get hurt like her mother was.
Appearance;
Human form;
Kinda like this... Likely different clothing, and by likely, I mean definitely. I didn't draw this/
Monster Form;
This I drew. :3
Advanced form; (A class only)
By the way. The answer is 42.
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((as far as i'm aware, yes))
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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when zandrea heard Leilah selfless remark about not staying away she felt weak, she did not know Leilah's powers nor what she was could do with them but they were most likely more then what she could do. "why not let us know of the danger we might be in...I do not wish to see Leilah, you nor myself in any danger" her hand once again felt the cold stone of the wall they walked beside, it was then she the feeling of being weak made her want to take off her ear rings and turn to stone for the day and hide.
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The answer is 42....maybe 43 not sure
Name; Zandrea Quackenbush
Age; 18
Gender; female
Monster info;
Monster Type; Gargoyle
Tassel Grading; T grade
Powers;
Human form powers; Flight, hightened sense of smell
Monster Form Powers; Flight, stone hard skin, amazing sese of smell, enhanced strength
Sealing/Unsealing Requirements; (A and S classes only)
Personal Info;
Personality; Zandrea unlike like most gargoyles who are hard, and and cold zandrea has a slightly warmer side the the rest of her kind, enjoying the company of other races and people.
History; her family stood watch over the wall of a far off caste for centuries, the lords of the castle seeing her kind as noble knight protectors of the castle. when a gargoyle come of age they are allowed to leave their home to seek higher learning, when they do they are given a very old pair of ear rings that prevent the from turning to stone during the day, but must stone sleep at least once a week.
Heritage; its said her bloodline can be traced back to a demon who fell in love with a statue of a maiden that stood in the town square of the village near the castle she was born at, its said the demon loved the statue so much he breathed life into it with that act the first gargoyle was birthed from stone and love.
Goal; to learn more of the world beyond the walls her family watched from atop of. her race does not trust other races due to gargoyles being stone during the day, she wants to prove there are good people in the world that are not stone hearted.
Likes; the night, cooking, hunting, gliding though the air
Dislikes; the day, people who deface statues
Fear; fears that when she sleeps in stone someone will kill her by smashing her into peices.
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Advanced form; (A class only)
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Utter annihilation, Devastation of body, mind and soul. My true form is part demon, part dragon, all rage, you know those kids who torture puppies for fun? He's kinda like that except without getting distracted and enough power to turn a city to ashes. he sighed and looked at his hand. "Only real upside is he only comes out when I'm about to be knocked out or killed. but he dose not distinguish between friend and foe, only those in his way and those not." He looked at Zandrea and put a hand on her shoulder. "I do not wish to see either of you in danger either, and that is why I ask this. I don't doubt that if you had the choice you'd try and help me from doing anything I'd regret and that is why I ask you to stay back. I think what I'd regret the most is ever injuring one of you." he glanced at Leilah, "You see, The reason I ask you to at-least stay back is the fact I don't want my other form to set his sights on you." he shook his head "Enough on such a dark topic. what sort of lives did you live outside of school?" he asked brightening up a little.
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basic info (Needed for 'reserving' a spot)
Name; Syrax Bloodbane
Age; 17
Gender; Male
Monster info;
Monster Type; Demonic Dragon
and
Tassel Grading; Ledgendery
Powers;
Human form powers;
Aura of Fear, This aura is capable of instilling so much fear in to any who Syrax chooses it is possible for them to suffer a heart attack
Monster Form Powers;
cursed fire; fire from the very bowls of hell, capable of melting metal and charring bone, this flame also lingers on matirals for a lot longer than normal flame.
IronHide; his scales are stronger than the toughest armor, easily capable of withstanding strikes from great weapons, however blessed weapons tend to cause some issues.
Rending claws; Claws longer than a normal humans arm, sharper than diamond and with six on each foot these are weapons unto themselves and then add in the fact that they are serrated makes them even worse.
Flight; he has wings. he can fly.
Tri scale vision; Six eyes, one pair for each spectrum, He can see in Infra red, the normal visible spectrum, and ultra violet.
Toxic bite; his fangs produce a lethal hell venom, he can also produce the anti venom, this toxin starts the rapid decay of the body,
Detachable lower jaw; as a reptile he can detach his lower jaw and extend it to engulf huge objects, a minivan is his largest.
Regenerative teeth; his teeth can be removed and will be replaced within about half a minute.
mace/whip tail; his tail is covered in huge spikes, getting thinner towards the end he can use it either as a mace for clubbing with spikes, or like a whip to cause soundwaves or rip through armour.
Demon Roar; Syrax can let out a roar capable of instilling pure terror in to the hearts of his foes, a sound torn from the mouth of the greatest demons of hell this dissonant noise often slaughters all non-sentient creatures outright, causing a cone of dead rabbits and birds in its path.
Regeneration; Syrax's body regenerates at quite a rapid pace capable of saving him from all wounds that don't kill him outright.
Shadow Soul; Syrax's ultimate ability, this wave of pure evil smashes the foes soul from his or her body, replacing it with a shadowy imitation, slaved to Syrax's will. this turns the foe in to nothing more than a mindless slave drone. for obvious reasons syrax is banned from using this in arena combat.
Exponential unlocking; Due to the fact that Syrax is almost dead or knocked out when entering this state it takes time for his powers to come to light, the longer he remains in this form the stronger he gets, this is without limit.
Personal Info;
Personality; in human form syrax is friendly and warm, if somewhat frightening from his aura and eyecolour. he enjoys making friends and is very happy to talk to people. while he is a L class monster he dislikes holding this over people, he looks down on those in the A or S class who treat lower graded monsters as if they were inferior and as such will often stand up for the underdog. however, in Monster form, he is evil, sadistic, and capable of great feats of cruelty and violence, often stopping to let a foe on the edge of losing recover themselves just so he can tease them with the false hope of victory before utterly destroying them. he will not hesitate to use his full power to strike at a someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. and woe betide any who try and fight him.
History; Born from two 'normal' human parents with monster blood in their lineage. he grew up a shunned kid, unknowing why everyone in school feared him and wouldn't talk to him this caused him to find friends with those who either had non or were more frightened of others than him, at the age of ten his family moved due to slayers encroaching on their family, this is what caused his parents to start talking to each other about their historical family, it turned out his mother had demonic blood in her veins and his father was the great great grandson of a dragon. this mixing of the blood was both unheard of and very rare to produce a child. and so they quickly came to the conclusion that Syrax was some sort of S class monster. They weren't far wrong, just before his seventeenth birthday several slayers found him and tried to kill him. this is when Syrax's L class typing became apparent, lying in the ally, bleeding out, his parents found him just as the slayers left, then he opened his eyes, all three pairs. the entire city was annihilated in Syrax's rage. just blasted off the map, except for one house. his own. it was later put down to a nucular reactor overload. Within the month he was booked in to Yokai Acadamy and upon his seventeenth birthday he was shipped off for his first day of term.
Heritage; His mother's grandmother was a Demon of the Eighth circle and his Fathers great great grandfather was a Western fire dragon of some repute.
Goal; so that he could integrate in to human society and not have to use his true powers again
Likes; warm places, Kind people, Rare cooked stake. talking to people, fun surpises. learning about people.
Dislikes; getting rained on, people taking advantage of others, burnt food. raw fish. people trying to provoke him
Fear; failing to protect those he cares for
Appearance;
Human form;
Monster Form;
Please remember, while he may seem very, very OP he is a L class monster, and thus is only able to use his powers when close to death or being knocked out.
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The land was clam for the most part and the waring lands were planning and sending scouts to oversee what was going on.The king of Bravado was sending for Xavier his most prized warrior to come forth and would be given his next task.Soon enough the young mute man cam into the throne room bowing his head to the king in respect which he did have for his king."Xavier please you do not need to do that..." The jolly looking said looking amused lifting his hand up for Xavier to stand up once more.
Xavier stood up on his feet with a soft child like smile on his face and listened to what his king had to say,The king instructed him to go by himself this time which struck odd to Xavier to track down a Meche spy and bring him him to the king to stand trail.With his task told to him he nodded his head and headed outside,The king leaned into to whisper something to his advisory to keep a eye on Xavier.
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Meanwhile the king of Escudo had summoned his men to come forth,He had a task for them to capture ALIVE a Bravado solider.This king was a bit more cruel then most and was well known for this,So this would be a strange thing to hear coming form the most brutal king since Rumbustious II of Escudo some forty years ago.
Once his men had came into the room he told his men the person that should be captured,A mute solider but not any solider one of Bravado's highest ranking men named Xavier.He told a few more details like trying to capture a Meche spy whom he wanted alive also so they can either be convinced to join or rot in Escudo jail which would not be very nice.
"I have told you all you need to know now go with haste" He said to his men waving his hand to the door behind them.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Alexander was walking back to Escudo, returning from a day of searching for work. He was obviously tired, spending more than ten hours running around. As he returned to the city, he noticed a commotion. He heard "Xavier" being thrown around often. Xavier? Who is he? Alexander thought to himself. He returned to his estate, removing his armor and changing into more comfortable clothing. Alexander then left and set out to the tavern to get a drink and catch up on some of the latest rumors.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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"Ello Alexander was was your day today?" The barmaid named Jane with a smile on her face,"The usually i would guess?What did the king make ya do today?" She asked him filling up a large mug filled with his favorite mead.The folks around him were talking about a mute solider that was a monster in the battlefield and another rumor of a orc in Escudo that was a exiled prince of his tribe.
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Meanwhile Xavier was riding on his black horse named "Raknor" riding towards Merche,He knew this would make him a target but knew that Bravado and Meche have a alliance and would not want to break their alliance because of him.He would not want to break this himself he liked the peace and wanted peace to the land and thought his king would be the one to bring peace.
He made his way onto the main road towards Meche thinking of what he would do when he finds the spy,Would he have to fight him he didn't want kill him since the king wanted the spy alive.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Alexander smiled, always happy to see Jane at the tavern. "Ah, yes, The usual indeed." He said, watching her fill the mug. "I was ordered to clear out Blackwater Cave. There was a bear too close to the path to the city." He replied to her. He listened as he heard the gossip going around. That must be Xavier. Alexander thought, piecing the small bits of stories together.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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In Meche nobody cared about the rumors of spy, Especially Astador who Just Wake up. He dressed up and then, as a Captain gave every Guard his Point he will Protect. Astador decided to give Main Gate to himself, because there was rumors that somebody important will enter the Town today. Astador wanted to make Upper Captain proud.
One of the merchants missed his papers and after not letting him in, tryed to hit Astador with a knife, Thankfully for Eagle eye of Astador, he saw the knife before impact, grabbed his Arm and disarmed him. Another situation when death almost looked into his eyes. Caravan leader will not be glad.
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Name: Astador Carter
Race: Elf
Gender: M
Age: 28
Personality: Astador is closed person. He loves to be alone but when it's Come to talk, you can See that he is very helpfull and kind. He not mind helping people for nothing. In battle he is brave but he will not charge right into the enemies. He respect friendship and women. His dream is to became one of the guards of any wealthy noble Family and to met his father he missing.
Bio: Born in the slums of Meche, he doesn't have easy life. His mother was making clothes for the army, and his father was a Worker. After being abandoned at the Age of 6 by his dad, he always wanted to meet him again. At The Age of 12 mother let him embrace the dream, he became one of the recruits in Town Guard. At Age of 17 he officially became one of the Town guards, After a year he discovers a Giant Band of robbers who were terrorising the Town for a long time. At Age of 21 he became Captain of the Guard as he is today.
Weapons:
Equipment:
Helmet
Leather Armor
Leather Pants
Normal Travelling boots
Gloves
Special Skills:
-Good Halberd Fighter
-Fast Runner because of light Armor and good condition
-"Eagle eye" - Very good vision
Other: Hello :D
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His coffers more noticeably empty than usual Kormac was travelling in rural Bravado rather than his usual haunt of the Meche countryside. He sets up camp in a field outside of town, paying the farmer for the land with the last of his coppers. He sets up his mobile tavern with lamps illuminating the field to dispel darkness and several small boxes loaned from the farmhouse as makeshift tables.
Once done with his preparation he takes a small bundle of flyers into the town. Written upon it the name of several choice craft ales unlikely to have made it through the parts. For those peasants unable to read he also has scribbled a small map showing the way to his encampment. Though before he gives them out he makes his way first to the local tavern, hoping to enter a partnership for his short stay rather than conflicting with local business. His club is hidden under his long coat, he doesn't intend to use it.
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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It was a lovely day in Bravado. Clear skies, a nice cool breeze, and a lack of warmth in the sun which gave the air that perfect crisp coldness to it. Velethuil smiled to himself, seeing a lonely young woman sitting on a bench. Grabbing a handful of flowers from the passing garden, he offered them to her. Face lighting up, she took the flowers gently, nodding her appreciation to the man. In doing so, however, placing her in his debt. Something to cash in on later, he thought, merrily.
"Enjoying yourself, Faerie?" With the bitter tone coming from behind, he caught sight of four cloaked figures in dark, earthy brown leather armour. Velethuil had seen their kind before. Hunters.
Continuing to walk, he allowed the smile to widen. "Why, yes. The skies are blue, the air is cool, and the people are stupid. What more can one ask for-"
The tip of a crossbow bolt glinted in the sun as one of the figures drew the weapon from underneath his cloak. With a small chuckle, the Fae spun on his heel, and clicked his fingers. A blast of frigid air burst from the ground beneath their feet, covering the street in a fine mist. Velethuil ducked into a nearby alleyway, and his form melted away with Faerie Glamour, leaving a woman in his place. The same ice-blue hair, now in a bob cut, and a dark blue and black dress reaching down to her knees. Stumbling through the cloud, coughing and spluttering, she fell into the arms of a hunter, also in a coughing fit.
The man looked bewildered. "Did you see where he went, girl?" Seemingly unable to speak, being robbed of breath from the ice-cold air, she could only nod and point to the alley. Taking off with a great deal of enthusiasm, the four hunters vanished. Velethuil promptly stopped coughing, and wandered down the street from the way he had come, not yet undoing the glamour. Instead, the woman's form simply pulled the jacket in hand on over her shoulders and sauntered down the street.
The skies are blue, the air is cool.
The people are stupid.
Let them chase hearsay and rumours for a while, he thought. Passing the girl, still sitting on the bench clasping the flowers tightly to her chest, Velethuil smiled at her again. To the woman, he was an entirely different person this time around. I have a banquet to attend.
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Name: Velethuil Elro
Race: Unseelie Fae
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Personality: Like all Fae, Velethuil is a deal-maker. Bargain with him at your peril, as any debt will be collected on whether you want it to be or not. Worded bonds create power, which he capitalises on to great effect. Each interaction is carefully chosen to never allow for an advantage to be gained over him. He isn’t sadistic, despite this, it is merely in his nature. A gleefulness accompanies a job well done. Coldly intellectual, Velethuil doesn’t view things through rose-tinted glasses, but rather seeing things exactly as they are. Caring not about emotions or morals, he will do whatever helps him the most in any given situation. Serving only his own interest, he plays politics like a great game sweeping through the Bravado upper echelon like a ghost, meeting those players with the most power and seeing how they can be of use. Velethuil is characterised by a razor-sharp wit and silver tongue.
Bio: In their defense, it’s hard to tell and Elf and a Fae apart.
Both hair pointy ears, both have too-perfect features. Only one is dangerous in a conversation. It hadn’t even been difficult. Challenging the drunken noble to a game of cards, then throwing harder than a dwarf does his fists. Offering a small gift to the far superior player, she greedily accepted the token. Trap set.
Naturally, offering another game with higher stakes met the anticipated response. She was more than happy to oblige him, seeing the chance for more riches. The hand dealt to him was nothing short of rotten, but that didn’t matter. As the last play approached, he asked her to come good on their debt. Obviously, that was met with a quizzical look. The gift had locked them into a contract, one which she now had to pay, in the form of conceding the match. A favour for a favour. Velethuil smiled. Trap sprung.
Hurling all the insults under the sun, she was utterly powerless to stop the unfolding events. Despite the game being poker, he held all the cards. The choice was simple, give up and lose her title, estate and riches. Or don’t, and leave a Fae with all the power he wanted over you until the debt was satisfied.
Reminiscing old events was fantastic, especially when accompanied by a soft velvet chair and glass of fine wine in an opulent mansion. That definitely helped things. Things had taken a rather nasty turn when she produced an iron dagger and swung with it, but the guards quickly subdued her. What he had done wasn’t illegal, it was common knowledge to never deal with a Fae. Thankfully, the nobles of Bravado fancied themselves more intelligent than the rest of the world, which made them easy pickings. Still, he was thankful for not having to deal with that again. A steel bolt had once found it’s merry way into his side, and the scar was still there. Had it been pure iron, he wouldn’t be sitting here now.
Regardless, it was time to stop mulling over old memories. He had too many to count as it was, and there was a dinner waiting for him at a Lord’s estate, just up the roar. More drunken nobles, ripe for the taking.
Weapons: Snark.
Equipment: Fine, dark-blue and black regalia. A heavy black cloak with white fur lining.
Special Skills: Faerie magic, including glamour to change appearance if need be.
Ability to leverage outstanding deals to influence and bind people.
Expert of ice magic.
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"Oh wow that sounds...dangerous,Glad you are here with the living" The barmaid smiled handing him the somewhat heavy mead filled glass."So does the king have any other orders for ya?Don't want to see a scratch on that pretty face of yours" She said flirting with him now attending to another patron who was flirting with her but she ignored it.
The murmurs were getting a bit louder with another rumor of the mute warrior murdering a hundred Escucdo warriors.
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Xavier was riding his horse down the long dirt road wanting to have people stare at him with their eyes,Noticing a caravan it was empty and he wanted to buy some items. Dismounting off his horse bringing the horse with him looking into the empty trailer wondering if anyone was inside.Tapping on the wooden panel of the trailer with his armored hand letting out a soft child like moan since he couldn't speak.
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The banquet would be at a noble's house named Lavquie who along with the other nobles would be discuses what they would be doing to deal with the rising criminal actions in the town.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Alexander laughed a bit and nodded. "It wasn't all that bad." He said, rubbing a claw wound on his shoulder. He smirked as she heard the flirt from the beautiful barmaid. "I have one more task...to talk to him later for a special task. Not sure what it is." He said, watching her move across the tavern and serve people.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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Once she was done serving the patrons of the bar she came back to Alexander taking care of the bar while her boss Cad was serving patrons drinks."Weird im sure it's to take care of a giant rat or something" Jane smiled to the other man.She took a quick break for their conversation to serve a patron obviously drunk another drink while trying to grope Jane who would have none of that.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Approaching the opulent palace, it was truly a sight to behold. After freshening up after the hi-jinks of earlier - and finally undoing the glamour - Velethuil strode along to Lavquie's abode. The guards checked the list before waving him in. If the outside was impressive, then the inside stole the words from even his mouth. Golden chandeliers, elaborate jeweled sculptures and lavish fabrics covered every nook and cranny of the expansive room. Servants wandered around offering guests hors d'oeuvres and wine. A passing girl held the tray in Velethuil's direction, who politely refused. Being a Fae and all, the small bag at his side held a selection of wines and food brought from home.
As the night drew on and the guests became steadily more drunk, everyone was seated around a large mahogany table, with Lavquie at the head. Tonight was about some kind of crime wave sweeping the city. The topic didn't interest him all that much, but it was a nice way to pass the time. Food of all shapes and sizes were brought out onto the table as a plethora of wondrous smells filled the air. Sending a small token of appreciation to this evening's host meant that partaking in the meal would balance the deal fairly. Velethuil didn't mind, though, as it looked delicious.
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Name: Velethuil Elro
Race: Unseelie Fae
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Personality: Like all Fae, Velethuil is a deal-maker. Bargain with him at your peril, as any debt will be collected on whether you want it to be or not. Worded bonds create power, which he capitalises on to great effect. Each interaction is carefully chosen to never allow for an advantage to be gained over him. He isn’t sadistic, despite this, it is merely in his nature. A gleefulness accompanies a job well done. Coldly intellectual, Velethuil doesn’t view things through rose-tinted glasses, but rather seeing things exactly as they are. Caring not about emotions or morals, he will do whatever helps him the most in any given situation. Serving only his own interest, he plays politics like a great game sweeping through the Bravado upper echelon like a ghost, meeting those players with the most power and seeing how they can be of use. Velethuil is characterised by a razor-sharp wit and silver tongue.
Bio: In their defense, it’s hard to tell and Elf and a Fae apart.
Both hair pointy ears, both have too-perfect features. Only one is dangerous in a conversation. It hadn’t even been difficult. Challenging the drunken noble to a game of cards, then throwing harder than a dwarf does his fists. Offering a small gift to the far superior player, she greedily accepted the token. Trap set.
Naturally, offering another game with higher stakes met the anticipated response. She was more than happy to oblige him, seeing the chance for more riches. The hand dealt to him was nothing short of rotten, but that didn’t matter. As the last play approached, he asked her to come good on their debt. Obviously, that was met with a quizzical look. The gift had locked them into a contract, one which she now had to pay, in the form of conceding the match. A favour for a favour. Velethuil smiled. Trap sprung.
Hurling all the insults under the sun, she was utterly powerless to stop the unfolding events. Despite the game being poker, he held all the cards. The choice was simple, give up and lose her title, estate and riches. Or don’t, and leave a Fae with all the power he wanted over you until the debt was satisfied.
Reminiscing old events was fantastic, especially when accompanied by a soft velvet chair and glass of fine wine in an opulent mansion. That definitely helped things. Things had taken a rather nasty turn when she produced an iron dagger and swung with it, but the guards quickly subdued her. What he had done wasn’t illegal, it was common knowledge to never deal with a Fae. Thankfully, the nobles of Bravado fancied themselves more intelligent than the rest of the world, which made them easy pickings. Still, he was thankful for not having to deal with that again. A steel bolt had once found it’s merry way into his side, and the scar was still there. Had it been pure iron, he wouldn’t be sitting here now.
Regardless, it was time to stop mulling over old memories. He had too many to count as it was, and there was a dinner waiting for him at a Lord’s estate, just up the roar. More drunken nobles, ripe for the taking.
Weapons: Snark.
Equipment: Fine, dark-blue and black regalia. A heavy black cloak with white fur lining.
Special Skills: Faerie magic, including glamour to change appearance if need be.
Ability to leverage outstanding deals to influence and bind people.
Expert of ice magic.
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During the course of the parties they were rumors of a solider that had a high price on his head and another rumor of a woman in Bravado that was the cardinal's lover and was part of The Holy Order Of St.Jerika. Later into the night Velethuil could see his a woman wearing a golden dress and looked beautiful.
"Hello...i am sorry to bother you milord but i was wondering if you wanted to dance?" She asked him with a smile,The music form the musician group was getting louder and more vibrate.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Alexander laughed yet again from the banter they exchanged. "Probably." He said. He looked at her go deal with some patrons. He stood up as he saw the grope and looked at Jane. "Need some help?" He asked, taking a step towards her. Alexander was more relaxed in taverns, but he would glady brawl if necessary.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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"Ummm it's no problem...im just havin...we're having some fun so don't worry" The patron said shaking his head now rubbing Jane's upper thigh,"Umm look i don't want any trouble" Jane said to both the Patron and The Alexander.Her face betrayed her looking away form Alex showing that wanted Alex to intervene.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Gossip was a wonderful thing. Even the smallest piece of information filtered through lips loosened by alcohol could be devastating when used by the right person. One of the reason why gathering like this was always something Velethuil made time for. That and the general misplaced arrogance of the Bravado noblemen and women. Still, one of the more graceful guests had caught his eye. More than that, even, when she had outright approached him and asked to dance. Something the Fae had mastered over countless years. He offering a hand with a sweeping bow.
"I assure you, my dear, it would take far more than that to bother me. Dancing with you would be a pleasure." She took his hand, and the two made their way to the floor, waltzing to the soothing music drifting out from the band.
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Name: Velethuil Elro
Race: Unseelie Fae
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Personality: Like all Fae, Velethuil is a deal-maker. Bargain with him at your peril, as any debt will be collected on whether you want it to be or not. Worded bonds create power, which he capitalises on to great effect. Each interaction is carefully chosen to never allow for an advantage to be gained over him. He isn’t sadistic, despite this, it is merely in his nature. A gleefulness accompanies a job well done. Coldly intellectual, Velethuil doesn’t view things through rose-tinted glasses, but rather seeing things exactly as they are. Caring not about emotions or morals, he will do whatever helps him the most in any given situation. Serving only his own interest, he plays politics like a great game sweeping through the Bravado upper echelon like a ghost, meeting those players with the most power and seeing how they can be of use. Velethuil is characterised by a razor-sharp wit and silver tongue.
Bio: In their defense, it’s hard to tell and Elf and a Fae apart.
Both hair pointy ears, both have too-perfect features. Only one is dangerous in a conversation. It hadn’t even been difficult. Challenging the drunken noble to a game of cards, then throwing harder than a dwarf does his fists. Offering a small gift to the far superior player, she greedily accepted the token. Trap set.
Naturally, offering another game with higher stakes met the anticipated response. She was more than happy to oblige him, seeing the chance for more riches. The hand dealt to him was nothing short of rotten, but that didn’t matter. As the last play approached, he asked her to come good on their debt. Obviously, that was met with a quizzical look. The gift had locked them into a contract, one which she now had to pay, in the form of conceding the match. A favour for a favour. Velethuil smiled. Trap sprung.
Hurling all the insults under the sun, she was utterly powerless to stop the unfolding events. Despite the game being poker, he held all the cards. The choice was simple, give up and lose her title, estate and riches. Or don’t, and leave a Fae with all the power he wanted over you until the debt was satisfied.
Reminiscing old events was fantastic, especially when accompanied by a soft velvet chair and glass of fine wine in an opulent mansion. That definitely helped things. Things had taken a rather nasty turn when she produced an iron dagger and swung with it, but the guards quickly subdued her. What he had done wasn’t illegal, it was common knowledge to never deal with a Fae. Thankfully, the nobles of Bravado fancied themselves more intelligent than the rest of the world, which made them easy pickings. Still, he was thankful for not having to deal with that again. A steel bolt had once found it’s merry way into his side, and the scar was still there. Had it been pure iron, he wouldn’t be sitting here now.
Regardless, it was time to stop mulling over old memories. He had too many to count as it was, and there was a dinner waiting for him at a Lord’s estate, just up the roar. More drunken nobles, ripe for the taking.
Weapons: Snark.
Equipment: Fine, dark-blue and black regalia. A heavy black cloak with white fur lining.
Special Skills: Faerie magic, including glamour to change appearance if need be.
Ability to leverage outstanding deals to influence and bind people.
Expert of ice magic.
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Alexander couldn't stand to see Jane be felt up and set his mug down. He walked over to the man who was giving her trouble. "Alright. Leave." Alexander commanded, trying to take a simple and more quiet approach. Alexander wasn't the type to jump to violence.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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"Thank you..." She said blushing when she took his hand and got onto the dance floor with him,The music started to get more lively as the two started to dance together. The young noble woman held onto Velethuil waist for support,"I am glad i am dancing with you...this might sound strange but i had a crush on you for sometime..and i was wondering also if you wanted to go to dinner after this dance?" The young woman whispered in his ear for only him to hear.
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"Piss off this is a two only party..." The patron was now ignoring Alexander and groping Jane,"Please stop..." Jane whispered now feeling more distressed.The bar man had his hand below the counter to pull out a crossbow and would be a good time for Alexander to attack or make sure he would stop.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Without hesitation, Alexander swiftly kicked the crossbow as he looked at the man reach for it. He smirked and looked at him. "Leave. Before I have to get violent." Alexander ordered, clenching his hands into fists.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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"I don't any trouble in my bar and my bar maiden's to be harassed so piss of or their will be trouble" The bar man said ignoring Alex and was speaking to the groping Patron."Go away old man before i beat ya silly..." The patron now rubbing the bar maid's leg making her try to move away form him.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Fed up with seeing this borderline molestation, Alexander picked the man up and pushed him against the wall. "Listen here, pal. I'd advise you to leave before I beat you silly." He said, ready to throw him to the floor if he resisted. He didn't want to make the scene worse, but this man was getting on his nerves.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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"Tsk ya can't touch me..i got friends in high places.." The patron then said spitting on the ground before leaving the bar,"Tt...hank..you.." Jane said after the patron had left the bar rubbing his arm with a soft smile on her face.The bar man also thanked him putting his arm away form under the counter.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Alexander chuckled to himself as he watched the man leave. "High places..." Alexander said to himself, mocking the man who left. He turned to Jane and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright, madam?" He asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't too shaken up.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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With his two donkeys Jervis and Jervis carrying a heavy load of local brew (A good deal had being struck with the local tavern, a portion of his stays profits going to them) back to his little roadside pub Kormac looked on at the stranger inspecting his caravan. "Greetings traveler! Should you care for a pint of ale? Though festivities are not expected until nightfall. Most of the town intends to come out in force." he cried out to Xavier. keeping an eye on the two handed blade he keeps his distance he knows he is clearly outmatched should the man want to cause trouble.
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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"Thank you...i thought...i would not be saved..." Jane said looking down at her feet smiling,She was thankful for Alexander looking to the bartender who nodded and let her off today and would be paid in full."Well i am going home i was wondering if you escort me home.." She said to him moving closer towards him.
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Xaiier's armor and presence would look quite menacing but he was harmless for the most part,Shaking his head pointing to some medicine that he would be needing.Letting out a soft moan and kept pointing to the medicine pouch,He wondered if perhaps he should be writing down what he wants like with other people but it always escape his mind.
He didn't like liquor since it made him act even dumber then he thinks he is,And he didn't like being around other people and getting drunk with others is out of the question for him.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Kormac, catching an aura of harmlessness, came closer to Xaiier. "Looking for medicines? I'm afraid i cant sell them to you. Those are for an old war wound of mine." Kormac lifts up his trouser leg revealing a long scar up his calf. "Though if you stayed with me for a few days i would be welcome to share my stock. I could use company and you would certainly scare off trouble on the road once i move on."
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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Xavier had the look of shook on his face from the scar thinking of the many scars on his own body that was scared to present to others,He shook his head making a writing motion on his hand wanting some paper so he could write what he wanted.He needed a list of supplies for his journey to the border of Bravado.
Xavier for the most part was studying the man wondering if he was the Neche spy or a Escudo warrior that is waiting to either poison him or stab him while his back is turned.Never the less he did not want to take this chance.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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"Paper?" Kormac hastily hands over one of his remaining fliers and turns it over to the blank back. He enters the caravan, putting the walls between himself and the intimidating figure. Rooting around in his belongings he pulls out a pencil for Xavier, however for a brief moment a glint of his Escudo officers saber can be seen. He hands over the pencil with a warm genuine smile.
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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Alexander nodded and watched as she approached him. "I shall escort you, yes." He said, walking back to the counter to finish his mug of mead. He dropped a few gold coins on the counter before waiting for Jane to get ready.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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Xavier was not sure if Kormac would notice that he was the Bravado solider that was famous for the many deaths of Escudo warriors,He noticed the saber so he would have to be careful of what he writes down what supplies he needed.Some herbal plants and a mortar and pastel to crush the plants so he could make a herbal medicine,Some paper and a quill so he could write down when speaking to others even though he thought perhaps he would not have times for this,Some bandages and medical equipment for when he is injured and finally he needed the teddy bear that sat on the third shelve of his caravan.
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Jane smiled and got out of the bar carefully looking around in case the drunk patron would come back with his friends.Waiting for him and when he did come they walked towards her home staying close to him for warmth and protection.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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"That's quite the list there friend, not sure i can supply it all. I am more tuned towards running this little mobile tavern. I'm short on coin so i'm willing to trade some of my personal stock and hunt some of this down for you. Unfortunately the bear stays with me, its got a lot of sentimental value. If you can hang about until tomorrow i can give you the lot, but if you are going to then the arms and armor needs to go in storage. Cant have customers scared off by a great sword like that!"
During his speech Kormac feels worried, the mute nature of his customer putting him on edge. He keeps eyeing the teddy, he remembers the child who gave it to him fondly but it gives him no comfort around such an unnerving individual. Despite this he maintains his warm smile with his hands in sight, to ensure that Xavier knows he is not reaching for a weapon. He has five years of customer service under his belt, he can handle weird clients.
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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Alexander made sure to look out for the man. He was not going to be too friendly if he came back. Alexander realized how close she was and smirked to himself. He approached her house and smiled. "Alright. We're here." He said, looking at Jane. He waited for her next move, wondering what she'd do next. However, he did have many thoughts in his mind. Who's Xavier? Who are the people the drunken man mentioned?
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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Xavier looked at Komac sadly before writing down something else on the back of the paper,Handing it to the merchant it said that he could wait until tomorrow since the things he needs are very important to him.The knight looked around inside the caravan and then at the teddy bear before setting his eyes to Komac.
He didn't know if Komac was going to kill him and he didn't want to murder someone that is not attacking him.
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"Mhm i can't thank you enough..i wonder if you will come back and...we could go to the lake.." Jane said with a smile kissing his cheek before heading inside of her house.Yelling could be heard mostly form her father followed by more yelling this time form Jane and loud steps and creaks on the wooden stairs.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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"If you plan to stay here then ill need your sword, the folks will be arriving soon and its not a good plan to have it lying around when drink is flowing. I can pitch you a tent away from the noise if you like or you can stay in the caravan." Kormac opens his chest in the back revealing his sword and tiny remnants of cash, he gesture towards it, "We can keep your gear in here, nothing worth stealing as you can see so dont bother if you want to rob me. I know types like us dont like sleeping defenseless so you can take this with you." Kormac draws his club from his belt and offers it to Xavier across the table of the caravan window.
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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Xavier looked inside of the caravan before looking back at Kormac,The mute warrior shook his head wanting to keep his weapon for him.Quickly writing down on the piece of paper that he can set up the tent away form the caravan by himself.He wanted to be given the tent kit so he can set up not wanting for Komac to try to kill him or the other people coming.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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"Each to their own i suppose" Kormac hands across the tent, "You can buy that to if you like, its a spare. Ill deliver your things to wherever you set up in the morning once i have had time to source them from the locals." As he packs away his things Kormac has a faint moment of recollection, as he passes a fresh set of papers over to Xavier he asks, "Say, your face rings a bell. Kind quite place the name but have you ever spent a lot of time around Escudo?"
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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Xavier let out a moan as if he was trying to thank Komac for giving him the paper and the tent.He quickly shook his head trying his best no to rise his supination as he took the kit and get set up a few feet away own the caravan near a large oak tree to have some peace.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Kormac lets out a sigh of relief as the swordsman walks away, though before he moves on he loads a bolt into his crossbow. Just in case. He observes a procession of farmers coming up to his roadside tavern and walks out ready to great them with a smile. He goes out to meet them, making a mental note to ask around about mute warriors roaming around. "Greetings! We have local brew and fine Meche craft beers the likes of which your town has never seen!"
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Name: Kormac Anderson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Kormac is reserved, sparing with his words but not afraid to use them. He doesn't care about appearances and knows they can be deceptive from experience. He respects weapons, he knows that a stroke they make cannot be taken back. He doesn't sleep well at night, haunted by nightmares of a violent past. He has a soft spot for children and will protect them at almost any given opportunity.
Bio: Kormac was born in Escudo. His father a proud member of the military force he was raised to follow in his foot steps. At the age of 16 Kormac joined up officially and started training with the military proper. He was clearly more proficient than his fellow recruits due to his upbringing and with a little help from his father he was placed as sergeant of his squad fresh out of the academy.
In his first campaign he was taking his squad of fellow fresh fighters on a long distance scout mission when he was ordered to raze a village to take out an enemy courier bringing back information to the foes of Escudo. His orders were to burn it to the ground. To make a statement. He refused. Instead he warned the people of the village off the approaching army and lead them away deeper into the country of Meche where they were safely re-homed. He is a folk hero among the people of Meche, with the occasional rural settlement recognizing him due to one the refugee families being fleeing there.
Now he lives life on the run, with Escudo agents hunting him. Weather they are from the military or his father he does not know. He just knows not to get caught. He disguises himself as a travelling merchant who enjoys exchanging fine ales from different obscure rural settlements.
Weapons: Nothing he cannot explain away as a merchant. He has a small club he carries most of the time at the hip and a light crossbow carried by many merchants. Hidden away on his cart beneath his clothes is his Escudo officers saber, it will be an ill day when he must wield it again.
Equipment: Strong rope, casks of ale and a couple of donkeys called Jervis. Both of them, it gets confusing. He has a small chest where he keeps his saber and gold. He also has sturdy travelling gear and fold out tables to create a roadside tavern when the opportunity calls for it.
Special Skills: Dueling with a one handed sword. Decent shot with a crossbow. Able to tell you a surprising amount about local craft beers. Trained at identifying Escudo military units by their heraldry. Wagon driving.
Other: Hello world, first post! Nice to meet you all!
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Xavier meanwhile was watching them form inside of the tent his heart thumping almost out of his chest that he would be found out,He did not want to kill any peasants and a Escudo warrior.He had his horse standing beside the tend and in case he would have to escape he could get his things and cut out the back of the tent and escape on his horse.
He went back into his tent pulling out a old ragged looking teddy bear that he had since he was a young child,The mute hugged the teddy bear wanting something else wanting to be someone else.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Meldarion strode through the streets of Bravado, having just made it off the road. His armor and ragged clothing was still dirt stained, long dark hair waving in the breeze as his eyes scanned his surroundings casually. He kept quiet mostly, one hand on his sword hilt, as much to rest his hand as to show he was not someone to rob. He cut the fine figure of a wandering swordsman.
He saw a pretty woman dancing gracefully to the music of a harpist along the side of an alleyway, and he gave a small nod of appreciation of both her and his skills. He tossed a coin their way as he passed them by, and continued on. He had a few extra coins from his last job with his sword. He had enough to get himself a place to sleep for awhile and hopefully a horse, but he needed to find work soon. Thankfully, he never seemed to need a lot of luck in that regard. Trouble often found him.
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Name: Meldarion Dragonsbane
Race: 3/4ths human, 1/4 Elf
Gender: M
Age: 32
Personality: Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, you're as good as dead. He can lose himself in a calm rage, becoming a a human weapon that is terrifying to behold. His eyes can freeze someone in their tracks, the intent to kill is so powerful. He realizes the potential for harm in this and only increases his preference for solitude.
Meldarion doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He has had no romantic relationships, nor does he ever plan to. Due to his memory loss, he does breathing exercises to keep his stress levels down, doing his best to find peace in a world where his identity must be constructed by he himself. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, though a pretty sunset and a swift kill can make him happier. Deep down passed his stoic and severe aura, he has a gentle heart, and tries his best not to kill or hurt unless absolutely necessary. Even if it's what he thinks he's good for, it doesn't always make it right.
Bio: Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a half elf maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers, ear the city of Meche. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan at first, before Calador the Elf, a long time friend of his father's, was offered to train him. His father and two of his four brothers were killed in a border dispute, and Meldarion was taken hostage. To his horror, he was sold off to fight for the amusement of others in an Arena. Unfortunately for the hosts, he not only won his freedom, but made a fair reputation for his blade to boot. He was sought out by various Lords and Ladies, and word has it he even slew a small drake, though that was years ago and some rumors have a tendency to...exaggerate. Though Meldarion was never the boastful type and he would not confirm nor deny. Another rumor persisted that, because of his heroics, he was given a beautiful woman's hand in marriage, only for he himself to flee before the ceremony.
Weapons:
Equipment:
Scale Mail (supposedly dragon scale. Includes hauberk, guantlets, vambrace, pauldrons, etc.)
Haggard cloak and tabard, with the insignia long since faded.
Leather breeches.
Sturdy traveling boots.
Special Skills:
Swordsmanship
Horseback riding
Archery
Poetry and Song writing (though he never voices any aloud)
Saddle making
Hunting
Other:
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He could see a group of young men looking or rather staring at him while he made his way down the dirt road of the town.He could head out to see a Manik the mercenary that is always hiring warriors to do the dirty jobs that most.Or he could see Anoish the blacksmith who is looking for someone to help him with crafting weapons.
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Name: Xavier Aretino
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Xavier is very childlike personality making other think that he dim and make no mind to him. He has a strong sense of justice and will defend people that he thinks need help, With this he will not mind killing criminal that break or try to hurt innocent people.
With his child like mind he is very gentle and kind to women, children and mostly innocent people who ae not causing trouble. Xavier likes to keep away form others and usually likes to work alone when needed. He is a mute since birth so he speaks with babbles and in sign language.
Bio: Xavier was born in the battlefield while his mother was fighting during a battle with Bravado with his mother fighting with the Meche. His mother was killed a few hours form giving birth to him leaving him a orphan. When he was one years old he was adopted by Bravado nobles who raised Xavier and train him to be a knight for the king of Bravado.
From ten to seventeen old he was trained to be a knight and quickly became known as one of the best swordman in the land. When he was seventeen he is made the second highest rank for a knight getting his own band of lower rank knights. A few days of gaining his own band of knights during a bloody battle with Meche and Silenzioso resulting in the whole group was killed. After this suffering form PTSD and nightmares of the battle.
Weapons: Wields a long two handed sword,He has a short dagger for close corner combat.
Equipment: Gold pouch, Rope.
Special Skills: Skilled with a two handed weapons, Skilled in tactics and the battlefield.
Other: None
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Alexander frowned and cringed at the sound of Jane's father. He sighed and left, heading to the king. He was thinking he'd be getting a new job. Maybe even a recognition of talent with a heap of gold. He smiled as he approached the palace, quickly making a straight face as he faced the king. "I have returned, your honor." Alexander said, kneeling in front of the king.
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Name: Alexander Devereux (Cal-Vail-E-Us Dev-Er-Oh)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.
Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.
Weapons:
Custom made two-handed long sword.
Equipment:
Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.
Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.
Other: --
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The wandering swordsman gave the young men a discerning look, and with his fierce gaze, it appeared to be a hard stare that promised a cold oblivion. That was hardly his intent, but he had quite the intense look. He passed by them, and decided to stop at the promising sign before him. It seemed a Mercenary was looking to hire a sword. He was not a beggar yet, but he didn't feel particularly picky either. It would do him well to have some more coin in his purse. He decided to pay Manik a visit.
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Name: Meldarion Dragonsbane
Race: 3/4ths human, 1/4 Elf
Gender: M
Age: 32
Personality: Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, you're as good as dead. He can lose himself in a calm rage, becoming a a human weapon that is terrifying to behold. His eyes can freeze someone in their tracks, the intent to kill is so powerful. He realizes the potential for harm in this and only increases his preference for solitude.
Meldarion doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He has had no romantic relationships, nor does he ever plan to. Due to his memory loss, he does breathing exercises to keep his stress levels down, doing his best to find peace in a world where his identity must be constructed by he himself. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, though a pretty sunset and a swift kill can make him happier. Deep down passed his stoic and severe aura, he has a gentle heart, and tries his best not to kill or hurt unless absolutely necessary. Even if it's what he thinks he's good for, it doesn't always make it right.
Bio: Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a half elf maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers, ear the city of Meche. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan at first, before Calador the Elf, a long time friend of his father's, was offered to train him. His father and two of his four brothers were killed in a border dispute, and Meldarion was taken hostage. To his horror, he was sold off to fight for the amusement of others in an Arena. Unfortunately for the hosts, he not only won his freedom, but made a fair reputation for his blade to boot. He was sought out by various Lords and Ladies, and word has it he even slew a small drake, though that was years ago and some rumors have a tendency to...exaggerate. Though Meldarion was never the boastful type and he would not confirm nor deny. Another rumor persisted that, because of his heroics, he was given a beautiful woman's hand in marriage, only for he himself to flee before the ceremony.
Weapons:
Equipment:
Scale Mail (supposedly dragon scale. Includes hauberk, guantlets, vambrace, pauldrons, etc.)
Haggard cloak and tabard, with the insignia long since faded.
Leather breeches.
Sturdy traveling boots.
Special Skills:
Swordsmanship
Horseback riding
Archery
Poetry and Song writing (though he never voices any aloud)
Saddle making
Hunting
Other:
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