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[jeune demoiselle]

ღ Name: [Aranel Aragarthiel]
ღ Age: [Looks to be in her twenties, though she cannot remember her true age.]
ღ Occupation: [Patient]
ღ Gender: [female]
ღ Race: [Efola]
ღ Belong To: [N/A]
ღ Biography: [Aranel remembers little of her past after the accident, though there are rumors regarding her history. She was found on the destroyed Efolan planet, the sole on-planet survivor. Her sentences - often fragmented and difficult to understand - give little clue as to what happened. However, the word "pig" appears often in her speech.

She is currently spending much time in the care of doctors, psychiatrists and other medical professionals. They have tried a number of medications and are putting her through a lot of therapy. Though Aranel has trouble speaking and has frequent lapses of memory, she is otherwise mentally and physically healthy, which makes her speech problems that much more frustrating.

Many believe her to be crazy, largely because of the way she talks. Some believe that she was in league with whoever attacked the planet. Others believe that she is a surviving member of the Efolan royalty. Aranel remembers working on her parents' farm and can recall fragments of stories told by her parents. She can also remember parts of the attack on the planet. However, she finds it difficult to communicate this information, so she is still a mystery to most people.]
ღ Personality: [Aranel smiles easily and is eager to please. She is constantly trying to help out. She is a quick learner, though one would not guess as much from the way she talks. This speech impediment frustrates her to no end, especially as she can be very impatient. She has a sarcastic sense of humor, something else that she finds difficult to pull off in her present condition.

While she is loyal to those she likes, she can hold a grudge for a long time. It is not a good idea to cross her. If something or someone frustrates her, her mood can change quickly from bubbly to royally angry.]
ღ Weapon: [Claymore, knife]
ღ Attire: [Armour, dress]
ღ Skills: [Aranel is an excellent tactician and an agile fighter]
ღ Mana or Miasma: [Mana (natural); she is fairly strong with it]
ღ Likes:

௰ [Helping others]

௰ [Outdoors/nature]

௰ [Swordfighting]

ღDislikes:

௰ [Being told what to do]

௰ [Being seen as "crazy"]

௰ [Doing nothing]

ღ Theme Song: Penelope's Song, Loreena McKennitt
ღ What Else: [Aranel currently resides in an institution run by humans.]
ღ Puppet Master: [jeune demoiselle]

[xlS o u l l e s Slx]

ღ Name: Ainion Locien
Valdaglerion
ღ Age: 121 {Appears Nineteen}
ღ Occupation: Pirate
ღ Gender: male
ღ Race: Efola
ღ Belong To: "Silent Raccoon"
ღ Biography: Ainion was born without knowing his mother or father. On rare occasion he'd recall faint images of his mother smiling sweetly in his unique violet eyes. Other than that since he could remember he's always been a slave to Master Julian. It was he who gave him his name and it was also he who made his life a living hell. Shrouded in the deception of being civilized his master was a cruel and despicable man, often using strict physical teachings in order for Ismael to be his perfect little servant. The man was of nobility and since Ainion was only a slave he had no rights to freedom and therefore those who saw him never gave a second thought. It was how things always were. Luckily his master's malevolence was rivaled by his keen interest in the value of education. That meant whenever Ainion had free time he was allowed to read and at nights he would stay up late imagining more peaceful and colorful worlds. His imagination would wander and at times seemed absolutely real. In his mind he could feel the textures of different plants and creatures, the cool water of the ocean and sometimes the tastes of exotic fruits he'd had before. The experience was magical to say the least and kept Ainion sane in tough times.

Then one day Ainion had made a mistake in front of Master Julian's company while sailing on his ship during a cruise. Enraged by his slave, Master Julian began beating the recently turned six year old to near death. Guests at the table merely watched without a care as Ismael struggled to escape the ferocity of his master. In the midst of his beating he fruitlessly reached for the knife that sat on the edge of the table. Young Ainion was loosing air and was on the verge of passing out. Survival was the only word that played in his mind as he felt his world go black, only able to hear Master Julian's rage through his voice. Soon that gave way and he was in his imaginative world and so was his master, but something was strange. The world around him had no features and more importantly his master was there.

Confused his master let him go, curious as to where he was. Ainio knew very well he only had seconds to catch his breath before his master would be back. Fearfully and scared he saw the dining table appear with the same lingering knife at it's edge. Instinctively he ran for it, snatching the knife off the table. Surprised the slave had dared move, Master Julian chased after him just to be stabbed repeatedly. When everything returned to normal he found himself on the ground and his master clutching his stomach and a pool of blood collecting; his master's mouth the source. Shocked and terrified he ran from the room, running anywhere just to get away. In doing so he ran into Xion, leader of "Silent Raccoon" who was just about finished raiding the ship. Something about him called safety out to him and so he clutched onto her.

From then on he pledged servitude under her, learning the ways of piracy. As the years progressed he learned that something about him separated him from normal people. Physically he was faster and more agile than most Efola, but what really caught his attention was the ability to pull others into his "world". Numerous times he would take Xion on exotic trips or replay pleasant memories they shared together when he was a child. Growing up on the ship he was never truly part of the crew, but remained closely to the captain's side. He was the best fighter on the ship, able to defeat any of his ship mates in hand to hand combat or otherwise. This made him a powerful asset to Xion. Countless times he attempted him to consider becoming his own captain but his immovable loyalty to her kept him on the ship. There wasn't any way possible he'd ever leave him, he was like a father to him and the ship in a way was his family. It wasn't until the dreaded day his captain died that he finally became a captain of the notorious "Silent Raccoon", and dawned the mask that his captain wore so commonly.
ღ Personality: Ainion has always been an imaginative and curious person, even as a boy in his early years. Born into harsh conditions as a servant boy under a violent master he somehow found solace in all living things. From the date of his birth he was taught to be obedient and respectful to all those around him for he was below filth and everything in rank was higher than him. Traditionally he was also drilled that his pain was a result of his incompetence and therefore ignorance must be corrected through physical punishment. With a life such as this he learned to keep to himself and remain quiet unless spoken to as well as to seek out knowledge. It was only through his misfortune of being the child of a whore and Efolan King that he came under theres circumstances.

He thinks that despite any circumstances there is good in everyone, that even the worst of characters have shining traits. In his very own philosophy he took a very bright and colorful outlook to the world, ignoring the constant pain and tribulations he suffered through a daily basis. It was in his imagination and ability to be strictly obedient he survived the cruel treatment of his master for the first five years of his life until his nature was turned around.

After meeting the previous owner of the "Silent Raccoon" most of his morals suffered a dramatic change. His outlook was tainted with morbid reality where he could not live without being willing to take another's life. New lessons were drilled into his skull, requiring him to be more clever and deceitful. It took time for these traits to set in but Ainion eventually learned to incorporate them with his own. Virtually everything about him contradicts each other and although he realizes this he has learned to accept it as who he is.
ღ Weapon: Ainion has had a finely crafted shortsword and bow made out of a lightweight material, making leaves him virtually unhindered when it comes to his movements.
ღ Attire: Outfit 1, Outfit 2, Outfit 3Outfit 4 {Worn In Public}
ღ Skills: o1. Ainion is skilled in the use of finely crafted shortsword and bow making him a lethal threat long range and close. With such skill he's able to shoot or cut you down depending on the situation at hand.
o2. Due to Efolan blood and hardwork his agility and speed is twice that of the fastest of his people, making him very hard to hit to say the least.
ღ Mana or Miasma: Ainion posseses mana control naturally. Through eye contact Ainion has the ability to put his enemies in a mental hold where anything he imagines goes. Every variable is changeable upon his whim, much like an illusion but all physical harm is real. [i.e being shot in his "world" is just a dangerous and lethal as being shot in the real world] This ability however is very stressful and he has been known to go blind due to overuse of it.it]
ღ Likes:

௰ Bows/Shortswords

௰ Challenging Combat

௰ Silent Raccoon

ღDislikes:

௰ Threats Toward His Crew

௰ People dying under his command

௰ Government/Politics

ღ Theme Song: Song, Artist
ღ What Else: Ainion wears this mask whenever making a public appearance when he wishes those outside his ship not to see his face.
ღ Puppet Master: [Xion_White]

[xlS o u l l e s Slx]

Name: Ankou, The Dreaded
Age: Ancient
Occupation: Destructive unification of the universe
Gender: male
Race: Unknown
Belong To: Dreadnought, The
Biography: Not much is known about Ankou the dreaded. It's rumored that he was part of an ancient race that long died off. Only he himself knows of his history and tends not to dwell on such meaningless things as his single past. However irrelveant it is, Ankou was born at the bottom of society. Ankou was pushed around his entire life, his family was killed, his friends were killed, he was thrown into poverty, made into a slave, and a whole gamut of other terrible experiences. He could turn to nothing and no one, save fore something that was always there, no matter how he tried to push it away: Miasma. He was infected with Mana's evil twin, and persecuted for it. So, he tried to push it away, hoping he would stop being treated so poorly. But they continued to scar him, in mind and body, and instead of stamping the Miasma out of him, they pushed him further towards it. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and killed every single person on the planet. He became a beacon for other Miasma users, who flocked around him like sheep, and went where he crooked a finger. He was ready for revenge against the galaxy for the pain they put him through, just for being different.
xxxxxxxxOnce becoming immortal he lost meaning for his life, killing those who attacked him, his ship and his necromorphs; watching as societies consumed themselves in war and violence. After years of watching and slumber he found new purpose. Ankou now seeks to reduce the universe to ruble in order to reclaim it as his own in one peaceful existence without war or fight full of necromorphs. It is in this dream that he has found an long forgotten way to destroy whole planets. In this endeavor he refuses to fail.
Personality:
xxxxxxxxAnkou is in essence that equivalent to a god. Ankou may not be the kindest--person?--in the world, but he is rather courteous and respectful, which makes him very intelligent for someone driven by evil, which in turn makes him extremely dangerous. Don't let his rash-seeming idea of revenge fool you, he is quite patient, and willing to wait as long as it takes. Obviously, he has the time to wait.
Weapon: Miasma, Cursed sword imbued with souls he has stolen
Attire:
Skills: Courtier: He knows the ins and outs of royal etiquette. Commander: He knows how to command his army and his "people" with an excellence befitting a true king. (More to be added.)
Mana or Miasma: Yes; He is the single most powerful Miasma user in the galaxy, that is why he is the Dreadlord
Likes:

Command

Revenge against the world

Precious Necromorphs

Dislikes:

Society

Disobedience

Disrespect

Theme Song: Enough, Disturbed
What Else: He cannot speak in the sense that normal people speak. The Miasma speaks for him, almost like telepathy, except out loud. His Ship: Necrom Nashardiis (NEHK-ROHM NAH-SHAR-DIE-EES). The Necrom Nashardiis is a Human Emperor's Shuttle, taken from the Human Empire. The Human Emperor was not on board, so he still lives. He probably isn't even aware that one of his shuttles had been taken. It was originally named the Excelsior
Puppet Master: Xion_White

[Jade Ryo]

Name: Jackson Oneil
Age: 19
Occupation: Rouge Bounty Hunter
Gender:male
Race: Human
Belong To: Black Phoenix
Biography:Jackson had always dreamed of exploring the vast emptyness of space. His father was a piolt of a starship and always told his son of his trvels off world. THe beings he met, the freinds and the enemys he had made. Jackson always held the asperation of becoming a piolit of a starship as well. Though,as wwith some dreams, this one didn't come true.

HE was 5, Jackson was with his father as he took him on one of his poiliting jobs for the weekend. The Starship Phoneix was the ships name, on board were three hundred crew members, and two thousand passengers all en route to one of the colonies. Thats when they were blindsided by pirates. Despite his fathers expert piloting, the pirates had more ships that were faster and held powerful weaponry. Knowing that this was a lost cause, Jackson was rushed onto an escape pod, and blasted into space. Only seconds after he was launched, the Phoneix exploded with a soundless explosion, killing everyone on board.

Jackson's pod was recovered by the pirates, thinking that the captain of the Phonies had sent somehting vaulable adrift. When they discovred it was a boy, they took him as a slave, throwing him in the stockade below deck. Inside his cell,Jackson was silent, quite and shaking with a mixture of fear, anguish, and anger. He caried those feelign with him as they sold him to a slaver. Jackson spent the next 12 years after his capture in the servitude of many diffrent beings and people, doing acts and having acts done to him that he would never wish on his worst enemy. His mind was slowly breaking when he was finally rescued. He was seventeen when he was sold to a new owner, this one however was a bounty hunter who was looking to take a claim on the slaver that had taken Jackson in. After collecting his head, the bounty hunter was the boy shaking fearfully in a crate and took the boy onboard his starship, the BlackPhoenix. He spent a month in the sick bay, recuperating from wounds and diesase he had contracted, in addition to the physcological tramua caused to him. WHen Jackson did emrge he was a totaly diffrent person, he smilied and proved to be highly knowledgeable on many diffrent thigns in the universes, mainly due to him remembering the information from his slave days. The crew easily accepted him with welcoming arms, and he welcomed the back. THough in the back of his mind, he still held that same fear and lothing that would never go away.

In the next three years, Jackson rose quickly in the ranks of the ship, becoming vice-captain of the Black Phoneix, he always thought that it was destiny to be on a ship with that name, alongside tis captain Lucius Lucus. It was on a bounty hunt that Jackson became the captain, Lucius falling to a Miasma attack. Jackson carried his fallen comrade, captain and freind back to their transport, killing all that stood in his way. He carried him into the starship, and he was th eone that shot his body into sapce. Since then he has held the postion of Captain Jackson of the Black Phoneix, and is known for his benvolence towards otehrs, and his ferice battle tactics. His crew is extremly loyal to him, and would follow him into the ends of the universes and back.
Personality: Jacksons personality is a hard one to crack. He has thre sides to his personality, though most only see two. The side that is normally persent is his benvolent personailty. He os kind and caring towards his crew and others, never yelling at them for makking a fault or an error. He has never sent someone off his ship for any transgresion. He has a deep respect for every being and person, with the exception of slavers, and is known for treating even the most haneous bounty with dignity and respect that they may not desrve.

His other side is one that is only on display int he heat of battle,, his tactical side. Jackson is a quick planner when he is like this, his compsure is overall calm nad collected, even in the middle of a crisis situation. He is always two stepss ahead of most enemys in space battles, and always stares at the ongoign battle with his legs crossed and a small grin on his face. EVen in hand to hand battle or fire fights, he is always the smae. He never lets the heat of battle over take him, and ussualy comes out on top.

THen there is the sside that only one person has ever seen since he came on the ship, his fragile side. His side that is still scared from everything he had exprenced while in captivity. Jackson is always at his weakest when he is like this. He tends to be more submissive, and starts to visible shake and tremble. Jackson only gets like this when those memories he had tried to supress bubble to the surface. WHen it happens he gets like this and it might last a second or a day.
Weapon: Jackson only trust two weapons and two weapons alone in hand to hand combat. One is his bema katana that he had desinged and built hismelf, and the other is Lucius laser pistol, and it has never failled him in a fire fight.
Attire: None to speak of, most of his attire consit of his normal wear, and his normal wear plus a black jacket. His crew tends to make remarks about it, though they all know that he has mutiple copies of the smae outfit.
Skills: Jackson has skills as a brillant battle tactian and has excellent martial arts skills that often lend themselves to his swordplay.

Mana or Miasma:None
Likes:When a plan comes together, the occasional peacefull bit of silence, food of diffrent kinds, killing slavers(though he wont say it out loud), the freedom of space

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Dislikes:Slavers, those who sale people to slavers, what slaves got through, and really bad food

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Theme Song:Hero
What Else: When he is not around his crew, Jackson often reads and writes Urban fantasy novels.
Puppet Master: Jade Ryo

[Metal_Graffity]

Name: Gabriel Zacarias
Age: Appearance age is 1,000 years old, actual age is 700.
Occupation: Self employed assassin for Ankou, The Dreaded. But has a personal vendetta against Efola.
Gender: male
Race: A Dragoon who has seen the enjoyment and seriousness of murder.
Belong To: None he's a independent rider.
Biography: As a kid Gabriel noticed in his little tribe ,in the middle of the desert as nomads, that his aim with a bow couldn't be rivaled. He also learned his ability to sneak around and be stealthy was the best out of the tribe. But on the other end of the scale unlike all his brothers and sisters his powers were darker and more mischievous. It resulted in him years later revolting against his people and killing all his family and tribes people. Where most people would feel bad and go into a deep depression, he just laughed and licked the blood off the end of his custom hidden blades in the selves of his favorite blue and black attire that was his very first assassin suit. It had been given to him by a man lying in the desert a couple miles away from his tribe that claimed he worked for a great immortal.

As he grew up along the years he began to learn to master and learn new tricks with his bow, he loved being able to kill people from such far distance and never be seen. He loved to learn things he has spent 600 of his 700 years learning new things and mastering them for he wanted to be the best ever known. He learned of a man named Ankou and how his powers are the most advanced and he loves destruction and collecting souls. So Gabriel will go around assassinating important tribal members of all planets and races collecting them and having them sent to him anonymously. Not because he was in love with the man. But because he believed in what he was doing and saying as he went through the universes.

He hitches a ride to the next planet or system he needs to go to, hes trying to save enough money to buy a ship or find a good enough one to jack. He does any job thats requested though people try to stiff him one of two things happen, one he kills that person in spite and takes the money anyways or two just burns the home down to the ground when he's sleeping. Now he's heard about this whole thing on Naelis going down with the grolms and Efolas. He and has decided to go to the outer remnant of earth and kill any Efolas colony he can find weather he's paid or not.
Personality: Gabriel is a man who weather you have crossed his path or not would just love to see how u act in your last moments of death. He believes in all the worlds burning and him watching and laughing as it happens. Everything is serious to him except after his kill is done. He has a pretty good sense of humor for a mass murderer and psychopath. Everything he does is for his own enjoyment, or because he is just in the mood for it.

He loves fire and watching two races tare each other apart in war weather it was ancient or if he caused it in the first place. He doesn't worship Ankou he just admires everything he has done and is doing its like a guide. It shows him how complete darkness can and will make him happy, and how he should act. He's not a person to be enemy's with and very merciless when in the middle of an assassination. No matter weather its a child or elder of a clan, tribe, or society.
Weapon: An armor mask he had stolen from an immortal, and two hidden blades on his wrists. Plus a bow thats enchanted with poison that immobilizes the body.
Attire: Attire 1, Attire 2, Attire 3
Skills:He's unthinkably sneaky, probably the best person to have pick pocket some one. He can maneuver around an entire army base take out the general and make it back to safety before any one could realize what had happened. His other skill is his unmatchable aim with a bow, he can almost hit anything at any range with deadly force and precision.
Mana or Miasma:no, tho he is a dragoon and should have mana he choose a darker side which makes it useless and untouchable for him. And for all the thing he has done in his life he will never be able to gain its powers.
Likes:
Destruction

Chaos

Intelligent Dictators

Dislikes:
Efola's

Peace

Other assassin's

Theme Song: Inside the Fire, Disturbed
What Else: nothing really.
Puppet Master: Metal_Graffity

[SilverRainbowRose]

Name: Moria Faylinn
Age: Appearance - 22 , Actual - 167
Occupation: Pirate, First Mate
Gender: Female
Race: Dragoon
Belong To: Silent Raccoon
Biography: Moria had been a miracle child to her parents, well, to her mother at least. They're first and only child. Her parents had been trying for continuous years to have a child without success until that fateful day. During her birth, Moria had almost killed her mother, and her father constantly reminded her of how he felt barely anything, if anything for her. He had wanted a son. Moria was a good girl as she was growing up. Continually giving things by her mother, and her father taught her the hardships of life.To her mother, she was Queen of the world, and no one would harm her. To her father, she was his helper around the place, and she would endure any injury that she was inflicted.

When she was able to take care of herself, her father kicked her out. This broke her mother's heart, but neither her mother nor she herself, hated Moria's father for this. Moria travel around her world, taking up honest jobs here and there, making money and surviving. It was a lonely life she lived, and a rather dull one, but she was never able to imagine anything else besides this. Working, eating, sleeping, living. It become a boring routine that she could never get out of. Occasionally she would go back to visit her parents, yet never stayed long. One day, during her forty-second year, when the sun was high in the sky, a sky ship visited the market for supplies. They were pirates, it was easy to tell, but no one closed their shops. Pirates were still paying customers, and people needed to make a living. Seeing the sky ship brought Moria's imagination to life. She now wished to visit and see new places. After conversing with one of the pirates, Moria was taken to see the caption of the ship. With some negotiation, Moria was accepted onto the ship, with the position of first mate.

With this position and new found life, Moria learned that she couldn't survive pirate life with her current nice personality. Moria had been a sweet girl, whom was easily loved by everyone. Being sweet and kind was not very piratey. It didn't take her long for her personality to change. She became apathetic about things, and always seemed to be glaring at everyone. As first mate, she became like a body guard for Xion, captain of the Silent Raccoon. Once she was in her forty-sixth year, Xion took on an Efolan boy named Ainion. He stuck close to the captain's side, and Moria was in charge for watching him.

Moria became completely attached to the little boy and never left his side. People said she treated him as a son, but that's not at all how it was. She didn't know why she was so attached to this little boy, but she didn't mind it at all. Moria watched Ainion grow and improve his skill daily. His unique skill with creating illusions was nearly difficult to defeat. Moria herself knew that she would probably not be able to win. Even so she protected him and Xion with her life. But, one day, Xion breathed her last breath and it was then Ainion became captain of the Silent Raccoon, with Moria always by his side.

Personality: While Moria was growing up, she had been a sweet heart. Her heart was kind, and intentions were always pure. She had told some lies yes, but forgiveness was easily bestowed on her. Friendly and outgoing caused her to know quite a few people around the market that she had worked. She even helped out with things that she could. During this time, Moria was easy to talk to for she was gladly give you an answer in return as well as a helping hand.

Once she became a pirate, Moria almost became another person, though she didn't mind. She liked this way of life better. Though an already strong, and independent women, these things increased with her time on the Silent Raccoon. She stood silent, with an expressionless face, only answering when being spoken to by a chosen few of people. Most took her expressionless face as a sign of anger or hate which caused people to leave her alone.
Weapon: Giant Sword, and Pistol
Attire: [Outfit 1] [Outfit 2] [Outfit 3] and [Outfit 4].
Outfit 2 and 4 are two things she doesn't care for wearing, but wears them on the request of Ainion.
Skills: I never miss with my pistol; I barely needs even a second to aim correctly. I can also hold my own in hand to hand. Nothing special with me.
Mana or Miasma: I possess mana. I am able to control fire and sometimes ice. Fire because i am a dragoon, it comes naturally to a dragoon. I also enjoys playing with the fire. With ice, i'm only able to control during the day of the full moon. Not just at night, but the full day.
Likes:

Ainion

Flying

The crew

Dislikes:

Harm to Ainion

The Sesthys

Being Oogled over.

Theme Song: Welcome to the Masquerade, Thousand Foot Krutch
What Else: My pupils are always slits and I have a few tattoos, but otherwise, nothing special.
Puppet Master: SilverRainbowRose

[MurderFairy]

Name: Evgenii Heskin
Age: Nineteen
Occupation: Pirate Captain
Gender: female
Race: Demoor
Belong To: Desdemona
Biography: Evgenii was raised amongst weapon smiths and miners. Her family was well known for they're amazing weapons and precious metals which they could sell to adventurers and collectors for a hefty sum. She took her fathers eye for a shiny penny and her mothers logic, becoming a natural business woman. As a child she sold pretty gems to stupid girls and fancy daggers to obnoxious boys. Those things were easy for her to come upon. And she wasn't just doing it for the spare change, no she was saving up. She knew one day she would become an adventurer, taking weapons and jewelery from all the planets and galaxies she visited. That was her dream. With her suave business skills and persuasive tongue she made lots of money, and fast. By the time she was twelve she decided she was ready to spread her wings and leave the nest. Before leaving on her adventure, her parents created a beautifull battle axe named Leistungsfähige Schönheit. After some time she decided the name was too long so she just called it schön. With her savings she bought a rusty old junk ship and did everything alone. Her first couple of years consisted of sneaky robberies and invasions, holding the captain captive perhaps and demanding gold in exchange for their life. But after some time she became more well known and rich. She hired a crew and slowly her ship became bigger and bigger.

Seven years later she has become more powerful than anyone ever expected, even her own crew. She pays them well to keep them happy and also supplies them with whores who were either bought slaves or simply looking for a more secure place to work. She even keeps their rooms close to hers so she can make sure none of the men try any funny business. She also makes weapons especially for the crew mates she greatly appreciates, but it's incredibly rare and considered an honor if she favors you so much. But she also has punishments, limb removal is her favorite, she also brands the ones who have done something to her disliking so she can spot them again next time. Evgenii has also become extremely wealthy, able to buy practically anything she wants, including people. But she knows not to spend too frivolously. As of now she is simply working on becoming more well known and earning more money.
Personality: Evgenii is very obsessive of the things and people she cares most about and loves being in control, she has yet to meet a person who has been able to control her so she doesn't usually worry about it very much. She has a little bit of OCD when it comes to her money, she can be found counting it over and over again to make sure none of it is missing. In the midst of all her power hungriness she can become very violent and angry with whoever is disobeying her. However she usually stays very calm and keeps a rather stone like face. Attempting to be the voice of reason. She believes staying calm and collected portrays much more elegance. However because she never really had any childhood years sometimes her inner immaturity seeps out and she starts acting like a kid. But only when extremely happy or around someone she is incredibly fond of. But she is very rarely impressed by anyone.
Weapon: A huge battle axe, much taller then her. That's her favorite weapon but just in case she carries a good old fashioned pistol.
Attire: [She usually wears the belt across her chest and striped bottoms as seen in her picture but she also has a tattoo on her back much like this but much darker, she also has a tattoo of an eye on the back of each of her hands along with tribal designs surrounding it. Also in case you were wondering she is the blue eyed girl of the pic.]
Skills: Evgenii is extremely strong. She is also extremely skilled when it comes to making weapons, because of all the training her parents gave her.
Mana or Miasma: Yes but only with a gauntlet she stole. She only uses it when in a last resort situation though.
Likes:

Money!

Control over other people

Respect

Dislikes:

Disrespect

Debt

Death of her loyal crew mates

Theme Song: Hello, Evanescence
What Else: She has days where she dives into a deep depression, it's extremely dramatic and unbearable but very very short, usually lasting about two hours or less.
Puppet Master: MurderFairy

[trash 8047]

Name: Ser Emery Vermilion de l'Anselm Famille; "Shepard [everyone knows him by this name]"
Age: Mid-Twenties::Reaching his second century
Occupation: Slave/Mercenary
Gender: Male
Race: Telke
Belong To: Varies; it depends on Mr. Black sells Shepard's services to.
Biography: Before there was a parliament system implemented in Tlalash, the Telke were ruled over by the Royal Family. With each passing century, the oppression of the monarchs grew. Taxes increased with a new king sitting in the throne. It grew to the point that more than half of their income and resources went straight to the rich. All rich social classes abused the tax funds to indulge in their balls and material goods. The lower classes craved revolution; the people were starved of change. Then, Tlalash was turned on its head: famine. Most crops of the growing season all withered up under the sun. Since all channels were altered to flow through the private dikes first, pretty much all the water was used up before they reached the farmers. Now, the higher up's and Royal Family demanded food, but the peasants could not provide. So, they sent their private armies to apprehend everything they had. Food, water, possessions, currency, even women and children were used as payment to the rich. The people have had enough of the unruly and corruptions of their King. At first, it was all chaotic, resulting in villages and small towns being destroyed. It all changed when four men came together to lead the people. Tanner Driskoll, Dusty Eldon, August Ridley, and Redd Anselm were dubbed Le Hérétiques. It took ten years... ten long years for the Royal Family to topple from the throne. Only one branch family of the former remained from the assault: the Tlese. They surrendered to the Four, offering their hand to help rebuild the destroyed government; they saw the kindness in their hearts and agreed.

Fast Forward Three Hundred Years Later...

The Anselm remains a strong force in the politics of Tlalash. Among the Four Saviors [renamed after the Fall], the Anselm Famille remains as one of the most powerful. They provide the training of the military and law enforcement. Amongst the different branches of the Anselm, the Vermilion is one of the most respected. They had taken the lead in creating programs to benefit the people of Tlaslash and create revenue that returns to their pockets. There was a great spur when Maximilien Anselm III and Lilly Vermilion [current Parliament member] were wedded under the blessings of the Master Household of Anselm, Ser Wilson Anselm [Max's father]. There was much gossip amongst the lips of many. They criticized someone of such power marrying a "petite," a small horn. The child would probably inherit the small horns of his mother [since all children of married Tlaslash inherit the mother's maiden name if their horns are smaller than the father's; Emery immediately took the last name when doctors were sure that he would be a petite]. When Emery was born, all eyes were on him since day one. It would take decades before the child's horns would start to grow in. Around that time, one of his cousins was born. Oliver Anselm became the public's favorite subject. Before "Ollie" opened his eyes, he was declared third in line for Master of Anselm [since doctors were sure he would inherit massive horns]. Following that, Maximilien and Lilly Vermilion returned to Branch Family status.

During the time of pre-pubescence, Emery was quite a sick child, inheriting the immunities and stamina of his mother. At a very young age, he was diagnosed with anemia and was constantly watched for any signs of weakness. The young Telke was surrounded by the lap of luxury thanks to his grandfather. Despite being unable to become third in line for the Master Household, he was treated as such. Whatever he wanted came to him on a silver platter, but learned the ways of being materialistic [complicated, eh?]. Emery became a selfless child that gave away possessions than sought after. At times, it was difficult to achieve high-ranking scores in school due to his illness every so often.

Year flew by in a blink of an eye; Emery grew from a sickly babe to a handsome young man. His anemia took a backseat as he excelled in military training [all young Telke men were required such things in case of war breaking out]. He became top-ranked in melee and hand-to-hand combat. He developed a keen eye in sensing the evil living in the hearts of men. Soon, the first horns began, revealing tiny buds on the side of his head. His grandfather was becoming quite ill and weak to run l'Anselm Famille. When Emery was eight-three [thirteen in human], his father inherited the Master title. Celebrations throughout Tlaslash for weeks with such news, but it was soon followed by grieving. Emery's mother passed away giving birth to his little sister, Emilia. Grief struck the family, draping themselves in mourning [black] for a year. Emery stepped up to the plate to take hold of his family while his father ran l'Anselm Famille. He shifted his studies into politics rather than military in order to take up his mothers work. There were times that Emery was forced to diverge away from seriousness thanks to Oliver. It was he that got into much mischief; most of the time, he would get in trouble for Oliver's mistakes rather than his own. It's how Branch families are treated [despite the fact that his father rules over Anselm].

One of the most exciting years of a Telke's life occurs at their hundredth birthday, it is the first molting! It is the time where the horns go through a growth spurt [thanks to the influx of mana during this period of time]. The public was more excited for Oliver than any other child of l'Anselm Famille. All of the children turning one hundred gathered in the Main House, getting ready for the moment of maturity. A giant celebration was held, hundreds of guests from across the lands gathered for this great pinnacle in their lives. When the frequency of mana was at its highest, the molting began. Every child witnessed their horns bursting from their buds, becoming their permanent size. The only two that were left was Oliver and Emery. Oliver went through the molting before Emery; everyone watched, waiting for the moment of truth: how big would the third in line have? After all said and done, everyone was shocked. When Oliver saw his horns, it turned out that he was a... petite! Out of all the children, his horns were the smallest. Even the females were bigger than his. Quite a few whispers traveled through the audience. He couldn't be the child of the strong Anselm/Lynwood blood [as perceived at his birthing]. Was he a b*****d child? Some of the children tried their best to hide their giggles, but failed. Then, Emery's molting began. Pain shot through his body; it felt that his head was going to split in two. Blood trickled down the sides of his head. With one shrill scream, his horns shot out. The ends curled towards his head. Emery's horns... were huge! In all the history of the First Molt, this was a first. At that night, for the first time in a millennium, an heir lost their chance of power and a Branch Family replaced them. Emery's title was changed to Emery Anselm; Oliver's bloodline was tarnished immediately; his mother stormed out of the party and locked herself in her room.

After the molting, [despite having the bigger horns], Emery declined taking his father's name. Instead, he wanted to honor his mother's life by keeping her maiden name alive. When he's prepared to become Master, he would take his father's name and his mother's at the same time. For the Telke's this was unheard of. To have a Famille and Branch name was quite baffling. Most didn't get it. This infuriated Oliver's mother even more. Every day, she would drink herself silly, and march over to Emery's home to scream and yell at him, calling him a fake. In the end, she was kicked out of the premises. A decade later, Oliver's mother jumped out of the highest tower in a drunken stupor. Her son was the only one to discover his mother's note; regarding what's written was never divulged to anyone. Hid hatred towards Emery consumed him. Every day, he lived in shame with his father doubts being Oliver's real father. Life was miserable, and Emery's was growing into a success. He wanted revenge for all the trouble he has caused for him; he wants to humiliate him and take what's rightfully his.

Emery was reaching his 150th birthday [around early twenties] as he mastered his skills needed to ascend as next Master and to court a wife. Life was going well for him. Emilia was a growing child that hugged Emery's arm where ever he goes. His father had helped turn things around for the Anselm's military. Then... all of a sudden, things went straight downhill. Emery was having a drink with Oliver for old time's sake. He ended up blacking out. When he woke, he was covered in his blood. His eyes cleared... revealing his father's crumbled body lying near him; Maximilien's horns were ripped from his very brow and sitting on his lap. Suddenly, the doors burst open, revealing Oliver and the Anselm guards. They apprehended Emery forcefully and arrested him on the spot. When they took him away, Oliver was smiling...

All the Telkes of Tlaslash were taken aback... angry that someone of such a glorious family could do something so cold-blooded. Emery's name became a curse on their lips. Everyone hated him; they treated him like a common criminal. Throughout the trial, he pleaded his innocent. Even his lawyer didn't believe what he said and failed to uphold as a defense attorney. Right from the get go, the judge didn't believe anything he said. Even with Oliver's shaky testimony, everyone shed a tear. Emery knew that it smelled of s**t; he asked to see what evidence they had. It overwhelmed his innocence despite what really happened. It took only three days to find him guilty. The sentence for such a heinous crime was the worse for their people: de-horned. Emery's beautiful horn would be taken away, severing him of his mana and title. After a term of imprisonment, he would then be executed by guillotine.

The worse pain of his life was inflicted upon him when Oliver was chosen to de-horn him. He screamed; he wept; he felt a piece of his soul was torn away from him. His cousin made it slow, made it excruciating. When the first horn was removed, Emery's eyes went into the back of his head, and he blacked out. Feeling the drain of his mana is considered the most painful thing next to child birth. They forced him back to consciousness in order for him to feel the other horn be removed. All of this was filmed and broadcast live to every single home in Tlaslash. Even a few passing ships were able to pick up the signal and witness this hell. When all things were finished, Emery was dragged away and locked in the Queen's dungeon. For years, he endured another hell within the confines of his prison. Since he was hornless [and considered less than a child], he held no friends or allies behind bars. Emery was beaten and raped on the daily basis for what "crimes" he was accused of. After while, he became empty; he was just a shell of his former self.

Then, what seemed like an eternity, one of the guards stirred him awake, telling him he had a guest. Who came to visit was none other than Oliver, himself. Emery's anger lit up, charging at the bars like a wild animal. Oliver mocked him greatly. He came here to tell him that he had taken over as Master of Anselm, since he would take over if anything were to happen to Emery, and his father is no longer with them. He then divulged a secret that drove the sans cornes [hornless] insane. Oliver was the one to slay his father in cold blood; he was the one that poisoned his drink. Oliver was the one that gave false evidence and paid the judge and his attorney off to find him guilty. It was the petite that ruined his life, just like how Emery ruined his with his beautiful horns. He then told the hornless of how he was "taking care of his little sister;" that made him snap. He lunged at the cage and tried to paw for his throat. Immediately, the guards rushed in and beat him bloody and raw. Oliver laughed the entire time through his beatings. Before he left, Oliver mentioned that his punishment was going to change. The Queen couldn't bear executing the son of a great man [even if the son was completely evil]. So, she opted to exile him from this world until he had learned to accept his guilt. His cousin would be the one to help him leave Tlaslash. Oliver's plans were quite different from the Queen's; he was going to sell him to a client of his at a nice price... for a human!


The following day, a small escort ship hauled "Shepard the Human" halfway across the galaxy to a strange port. The planet is a traffic for all sorts of ships in space, but has been known for a seedier element. Emery was bagged before they dragged him out of his holding cell and forced into a box. Minutes later, he was delivered in one of the back allies to someone by the name of Mr. Black. He's quite well known in the black market trade and for other... excessive things. No one even knows who he really is. All that's whispered is that he's an Immortal... or so the rumors go. What he had in mind for "Shepard" was simple: he needed someone to do his dirty work. At first, Shepard fought back, refusing to do such evil things. But the lack of food, drink, and sleep caused him to change his mind...

Throughout the time he's been Mr. Black's slave, the only thoughts he had for Tlaslash was simple: save his sister. There was no way to ever get back what he lost, but his sister meant the world for him. If he played his cards right, Shepard might return home one day...

Personality: Emery once used to be the epitome of good. He followed the order his Famille. Honor, loyalty justice... Emery truly believed that the righteous would overcome the dishonor, disloyalty, and unjust crimes of the wicked. With every chance he had, he made sure to do good for all in his life. He went out of his way to help all in need. Emery defended the weak and served the people of Tlaslash. His family loved him, and he loved his family. He had his parents that raised him proper. He was a gentleman in his ways of charisma. No matter if they were directly rude, Emery would continue to give his respect to them. There is no right in being in the wrong for someone who's a jerk. Even with women, he would treat them with extra care and gentleness they deserve. If they are equal to men in their culture, they deserved extra kindness and care since they have more important duties than war.

Though, in the recent events of his life, Emery had neglected his mannerisms and beliefs of l'Anselm Famille. It has been replaced with sorrow; it's been replaced with an unquenchable anger towards Oliver. It has twisted his mind to where he wouldn't care who he was supposed to off if it only takes him one step closer to saving his sister. Revenge isn't something he's currently thinking about. Of course he wants to make the b*****d pay, but how can he as a hornless? They hold no power or rights in the eyes of his people. Though, his mannerisms towards women hadn't changed. He still holds much respect and gratitude towards the gentle creatures. Of course, he had come across quite masculine women in his line of work.

Emery still retains a few traits of himself back in Tlaslash. He's quite intelligent and can adapt to any situation at hand. All that time studying different types of warfare, how different types of governments work, and survival techniques had made him a hunter in the Wild Frontier of space.

Weapon: It varies from job to job, but the following has been used the most: Blood Berry Ver. 3.0 Prototype Beam Katana [hadn't been released to human military, yet...] and a Modded E-11 Laser Rifle
Attire: His horns before he was de-horned Armour Locked away Former Clothing on Tlaslash Emery the Butler Errand Boy
Emery has countless scars from his days being locked in the Queen's prison. His back is carved with all sorts of crevasses ranging in length, width, and depth. There is a brand make on the back of his left hand to prove that he's a slave [Roman Numeral III]. The remaining nubs of his horns are hidden underneath his thick hair, which makes him seem human. Only the color of his hair makes others question his race, but then they assume it's just dyed for the owner's enjoyment.
Skills: With his background in Anselm, Emery is an excellent soldier with a range of combat specializations. He's also a great survivor, living on barely anything until help [or finds a city]. This means that he can adapt to any environment, find food and water, make shelter, conceive traps, snares, etc. Think "Man vs Wild."
Mana or Miasma: Formally, Emery was a great Mana user with his abilities with the water element. Now, in his current state, the only thing he could muster is simple blood manipulation such as stopping his heart beat and forming simple objects [such as picks, needles, a small buckler...] He's waiting for a chance for Mr. Black to give him a Mana gauntlet.
Likes:

Forests, beaches... hell, even a filthy city just to get out of his cramped cage

Learning; Emery is such a bookworm

His sister; Emilia is the only family he has

Dislikes:

Corruption

Ollie

His Hell

Theme Song: One, Apocalyptica
What Else: There may be a chance that Emery can grow his horns back; if he were to find a vein where Mana is trapped in. It might be enough to absorb and use in order to go through his first molting all over again. But these types of places are quite rare. And, if they are discovered, they end up being harvested till none is left within.
Puppet Master: Kite_String