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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 8:20 pm
Name: Nicolette Gray
Nicknames Gained: Nico
Age: nineteen
Gender: Female
Species: Shape-shifter
Height: 5'7
Weight: 132
Marital Status: Engaged
Attitude: The underground knows of her outer exterior, which is quiet and only speaks when spoken to. She is fierce and strong among her form. She is calm in testy situations and only shows brute force when needed.
Elements: Her true element is water and it is controlled by the moon. She also tends to the earth that has been burned.
Weapons Aqua daggers that belonged to her mother and her mother before her.
Occupation: A loner that wanders around for a bit only staying in one spot for a little while before moving on.
Abilities/Powers:
Bio: Nicolette was born in 1492 in what is called Moscow today. She was forced to take care of her mother and father after they were taken hostage in a hospital where they experimented with different diseases. They later died and she was left to fend for herself. The other occupants planned a rebellion and she was the only one to escape alive. she wandered around the earth until she heard of an Underground organization.
Appearance: She has bright red hair and piercing gray eyes. She seems wolfish in her face and the way she moves.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 11:31 am
Name: Soraxess
Nicknames Gained: “Ice Princess”
Age: Unknown, appears 18
Gender: Female
Species: Eldest Pure Blooded Ice Dragon
Height: 5’10”
Weight: Around 50kg in human form. Around 150kg in dragon form.
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Fights for what she believes in, but tends to remain neutral otherwise. She isn’t too vain, but hates it when people question her powers, or think that theirs are greater than hers. She is very proud of being an Ice Dragon, and doesn't like humans too much.
Elements: Ice, snow and water
Weapons Claws, tail and fangs. Not to mention the ice breath.
Occupation: Roaming
Abilities/Powers: As with all dragons, Sora can breathe her element – ice, in her case. She can do pretty much anything you can think of with her ice. When she scratches another being with her claws, they are slowly chilled to the bone. She can also send out ice spikes on the ground to hurt those oncoming. Sora can send balls of energy at her foe, freezing them in their place. She can also transform into a human form, which she prefers to use when communicating with others.
She can usually tell what species a creature is, which is aided by her heightened senses. (Her sense of smell can recognise the various scents, such as a vampire or lycanthrope.)
Over time, Sora has observed and copied various fighting styles, as well as the various magic types.
Bio: Being one of the few Ice Dragons left, Soraxess tended to keep to herself. Her parents were killed while she was young, and thus she grew up alone. After a while, she got bored with staying in one place, and now roams wherever she can go.
Appearance: [x] [x] [x]
Extra Information: None.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 6:16 pm
Name:Malkalinos Deth'Mor
Nicknames Gained:Malk
Age: roughly 700
Gender:male
Species:vampire
Height:6' 2"
Weight:165 pounds
Marital Status:single
Attitude:Malkalinos is a quiet and secluded person. He is crafty and diabolical, but he does not act harshly towards anyone unless they harm or threaten him. he has a very short temper, but does not show it. He is a good friend and ally to have on your side, just don't anger him.
Elements:Masterful control over fire, and arcane magics
Weapons: A long polearm, with an obsidian blade that is coated in poisen
Occupation:Sorcerer, warrior, assassin, tactician
Abilities/Powers:Those of a normal vampire i.e increased speed, strength, etc. He can also teleport using his arcane magic, and he cannot be harmed by fire. He is extremely skilled with his polearm, as well as hand to hand combat if the need should arise.
Bio: Malkalinos was born into a rather rich family. Back then though his name was Beradon. Both his mother and his father were politicians, and so he was spoiled as a child. He hated all the wealth, and the whole higher class lifestyle with a burning passion. He wanted nothing more than to become a sorcerer, or a warrior like the ones from the stories he had heard so much about. He was forced to go into school, and spend his hours studying instead of playing soldiers with all of the other kids. His father drove politics into his skull until he was about to burst. In the few free hours he did have, Beradon would sneak off into the nearby woods and try to teach himself how to fight. He became rather good at killing invisible enemies, and the trees around him. As for a real opponent though; he had never faced an opponent that would actually fight back. That all changed one day; he was sixteen and had been teaching himself to fight for over seven years now, and while he was practicing a bunch of the local kids showed up.
“Hey it’s that snooty kid who keeps staring at us when we’re in the streets,” said one of them in a mocking tone.
“Oh look, he thinks he can fight!” another one shouted.
One of them knelt down and picked up a book that Beradon had left on the ground. The boy began skimming through the pages. Beradon stepped forward to retrieve what was his, but the other boys stood in his way.
“Get out of my way,” mumbled Beradon.
“Or what,” replied one of the boys, “What is the little politician going to do, raise our taxes?”
“Oh my god guys get a load of this! The kid is trying to teach himself magic!” shouted the boy with the book.
“Are you serious?”
“What an idiot!”
“What a loser!”
Each insult made Beradon’s rage grow greater and greater.
“Shut up and give me the book!” Beradon screamed.
“Come get it,” replied the ring leader as he tossed the book on the ground behind him.
Beradon picked up his staff and prepared for a fight. The boys burst out in uncontrollable laughter when Beradon picked up the wooden weapon. Some of them even collapsed on the ground, and began crying. Beradon’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the stave tighter and tighter. While the gang of kids stood in hysterics, Beradon struck one of them across the face. He fell to the ground clutching his now bleeding nose. Before the others could react, Beradon truck two others in the chest. They stumbled backwards gasping for air, as three more charged towards Beradon. They all ran at him as quickly as they’re prepubescent bodies would allow. Beradon waited until they got closer, and then flipped through the air. He landed gracefully behind them as all three collided with each other. All that remained was the ringleader. Beradon relished the look of fear in the kid’s eyes as he inched closer. Just before Beradon was within striking distance, the kid picked up the book and struck a match that was in his pocket.
“Come any closer, and I torch your precious book! You can’t learn your little magic tricks without your book!” he shouted in a panicked voice.
As he held the match in his hand the flame began to grow larger, and larger. Suddenly it shot three feet higher. The kid dropped the match from the intense heat and pain. He looked at the incinerated book, then back at Beradon.
“I already learned a few magic tricks. Do you want to see another?”
Beradon jumped forward, and the kid who had been mocking him ran in terror. Beradon watched with pride as the gang of kids ran in fear him.
He stayed in the woods the rest of the night. He should have been worrying about getting home before his parents noticed he was gone, but tonight he did not care. He decided he would have nothing more to do with politics, school, or his wretched parents. He would live on his own, in the forests. That night he dozed off into a blissful sleep under a large tree. In his dreams he relived his recent triumph over and over again, until suddenly a sharp pain in his shoulders awoke him. He opened his eyes to see a tall lanky figure standing over him, biting into his shoulders. Beradon drove his knee into the figure’s chest. The man pulled away, and Beradon landed another blow to his chest. The figure leapt backwards, and raised his hand.
“I have granted you a gift young one. Go forth, and raze your parent’s accomplishments to the ground as you see fit. Serve us well,” hissed the figure as he disappeared.
After that day Beradon became the vampire known as Malkalinos. For years he terrorized his home town at night, unknowingly serving a new master’s agenda. When Malkalinos finally succeeded in killing his parents, and destroying his town the man who granted Malkalinos his powers reappeared. The figure explained that his name was Morzak; the leader of a vampire clan whose soul purpose was to reign chaos on the humans who spited them. Morzak offered Malkalinos a position as his head tactician. Malkalinos accepted the position without question; he would do anything to kill the society that had shunned him. Soon though, he realized that Morzak’s agenda was not exactly what he had hoped. Malkalinos grew tired of following Morzak’s pointless orders, and soon tried to retire Morzak permanently. Unfortunately he failed, and was forced to flee deep into the recesses of the world’s underground. It was there that he stumbled across a secret society of outcasts like him. He had found his new home.
Appearance:Malkalinos stands just over six feet tall. He wears a black cloak that conceals his face, as well as leather armor that he wears under the cloak; which includes a leather tunic, leather breaches, as well as leather gloves, and boots. He has pale gray skin, long nails that could be mistaken for talons, as well as long fangs. He has blood red eyes that glow whenever he uses his magic, and he has brittle gray hair that extends down to his shoulders. He always carries his polearm with him no matter where he goes. It is his lifeline, even though he could win a fight easily without it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 10:24 pm
Name: Yenster Dawntracker Nicknames Gained: The wandering elf Age: 127 Gender: Male Species: Elf Height: 5' 11" Weight: 140 Marital Status: Single Attitude: Yenster beleives on some level that in the world there is a balance for every for every force imaginable, and to be the balance to your own force is a perfect existance in neutrality. Although, he also beleives more prevelantly that we make our own destinies regardless of the forces in our path. All in all, Yenster is a rouge elf who values himself yet tries to find morals in his doing. Weapons Yesnter typically fights with two relatively short scimitars that are wide in shape and have only a slight curve. In combat, he will typically hold one pointed towards the ground, and one upright. He carries a bow and arrows as well. Also, Yenstner has special magical abilieties inherited by a magical ancestor, but is limited to combat use. Occupation: Wanderer Abilities/Powers: Yenster was born with magical abilities, but has only learned to use a select few for the selective purpose of combat fussion power. some of these specific abilities include lightning strike, smokescreen, phasestrike, flecheblade, and gravitybane. Lightning strike is probably his most powerful ability, it is bassically exactly how it sounds. He can make a supercharged slash or a jab that lightning protrudes from; this can also be used as a swift, powerful arrow attack. Smokescreen can be ussesed offensively, but its best uses are to make a fast getaway. In this ability, Yensters sword start smoking that fills the room or general area if outdoors which blocks the opponents vision greatly. If used as an arrow shot it will containue smoking where the arrow strikes and if the arrow if moved. Phasestrike is simple, it allows an offensive attack to phase through a wall or an arrow through space to let it shoot farther. Fecheblade turns his weapons into shards that clump together into the opponents flesh when he strikes them doing painful damage. Finally, in gravitybane, his weapons are drawn naturally to the opponents weak spot, or spot of bane; ussable to make an arrow shoot with extreme acuracy. Yenster can use each of these once per day. Bio: Yenster allways felt like an outcast among elvish society, and always felt like he wated a more exciting life than as he would have aligning himself the elves. So, on one day, 15 years ago, with no special ties to the elves, he stole provisions and several other goods appealing to him from his people. After that he fled his home and went out into a life of excitement, thrills, and adventure in the wild. Appearance:  Extra Information: One notable item that he took when he fled the land of the elves was a hippogriff egg. He raised the hippogrif over the years of his exile and now it serves as a mount for him primarily, as well as a companion. Name: Charlie Age: 15 Gender: male Species: Hippogriff Height: 5' on four legs, 7' from head to tail Weight: nearly 400 Attitude: friendly, loving Weapons claws and bite Occupation: mount/companion Bio: The hippogriff egg that Yenster stole before leaving the elves was charlie. Charlie grew to adulthood over 15 years and is now a trusted companion to Yenster. Appearance: X
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 8:55 am
Name: Seraph Forsworn
Nicknames Gained: Forsworn Prince
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Pure Blood Astral Dragon
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 165
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Seraph was a privileged youth, blessed with a cheerful disposition despite his father's unfriendly demeanor. Separate from parental influence, he tends to talk his way into and out of fights and personal relationships. However when he sets his mind to something it gets done.
Elements: Astral
Weapons:
Major Weapon: Twin astral daggers, forged from his own fangs, they can also shoot energy and magic that he has put into the blade when he slashes with them. Holes at the hilts specifically placed for spinning.
Minor Weapon: Twin mythrill daggers, high silver content, holes at the hilts specifically placed for spinning.
Occupation: Heir to the Astral Realm and Abysmal Haven.
Abilities/Powers: Astral Magic, Energy Manipulation, God-like Speed, God-like Strength.
Bio: Seraph was presumed stillborn. He was retrieved by his father, Soddus Forsworn, and revived in the Astral Realm, where he was raised as rightful heir to the throne, the only other living astral dragon male.
Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 9:53 am
Name: Isarain Malice Gale
Nicknames Gained: Godslayer and “The Mad Poet”
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Tensatian Dragon
Height: 5'10”
Weight: Body, 180, tails 50 each
Marital Status:
Attitude: Quirky, very quirky. (Really not other way to describe him)
Weapons
Exodus: A blade crafted from his own silvered bones and bathed in his blood, it is truly a formidable weapon. Capable of containing and transferring the excessive amounts of energy he can produce, it acts as an extension of his body. So far, it's one of the few things that has been found to withstand the amount of destructive energy he can pump out while at the same time being able to channel the energies of creation. Along with working well with his energy, it can act as an extension of his will. Those two traits alone make it quite versatile.
Occupation: To be utterly blunt he does more or less whatever the hell he feels like doing. Occasionally he may take a job, generally for a steep price, to kill someone or something.
Abilities/Powers:
Energy Manipulation, Grand Mastery: To say that he can simply control energy would be similar to saying that the tornado that just tore your neighbor's house down was a slight breeze. Through extensive training and discipline he has mastered his innate ability to manipulate energy to the point of near perfect control.
Ward of Balance: Born from the bloods of Destruction and Creation he has attained mastery of both, and can freely use both of those energies without much concern of his body being broken down.
Predator's Gaze: Some say that to look into the eyes of a true predator is a hypnotic experience, he takes makes it a literal statement. By looking into his eyes one risks losing themselves in the seas of silver. Prolonged eye contact with those of a weaker mind has been known to kill them outright, and even the stronger minds generally find their grip to slow their thoughts.
Strength of Mind: When he was still in line for the throne of his homeland, he was drilled extensively on how to protect his mind from invasion as well as how to invade the minds of others.
Chaotic Influence: Prolonged exposure to the energy his body emits normally has been known to cause mutations and changes in the bodies of those around him.
Energy sensory: When one works with energy, it is necessary to be able to feel the energy around you. When one has mastered energy, this ability reaches amazing heights allowing him to essentially feel and see everything going on around him through the energy of the world.
Bio: The past, that is something which he shares with very few. The future, that he will share with all who survive the encounter.(( In other words, i have a wicked headache and not enough focus to write out his entire history. ))
Appearance: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1164698/
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 5:57 pm
Name: Shadahl Yukara
Nickname: Yuka
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Half-Vampire
Height: 5' 16"
Weight: 156 pounds
Maritial Status: Single
Attitude: Disrespectful to certain number of people but generaly he simply follows the flow of the situation until the need to 'improvise' occurs.
Weapons: daggers, superhuman strength, fangs -rarely used-
Occupation: Mercenary
Abilities: With his vampire abilities his job is made a bit easier with stealth kills and an arsenal of basic magic. Also he has polished his skill as an escapist and is able to break -lock picking- into almost any room without difficulty.
Bio:
Rejected by others for his hybrid -mostly humans- status and currently works as a
mercenary for hire. Now matter the sender he will do what he is
tasked -if he feels motivated to do so. His fee's depend on the person
who he has to 'eliminate' and the location making some requests a hard
bargain. With a cold hearted exterior and an ego to fit all caused by past experiences.
Bio:
His mother's name was Ilua a vampire and his father's Veil Yukara ironicly was a
vampire hunter. At the age of nine his father found out dissapointed
of their identities knowing he eventually must kill them both. Not
wanting to kill them he instead told them to flee and never return
with his last words as the husband of a vampire and son to a hybrid he
said "If I see you two again, I WILL kill you...". The words struck
young Shadahl until he looked back seeing his mortal father shedding
tears while cursing his duty as a hunter at making him turn on his
family.
Ten years have passed after Shadahl and his mother finally settled
down. At this time the teen's abilities started to bloom blessing him
with abnormal strength and increased senses although weaker than his
pure blooded parent.
His mother died when a curious bystander saw her 'feeding' on a cow
she bought and alerted the whole village -including Shadahl who's identity is still unknown-.
As Ilua got pierced by a holy spear he ran towards her only to see the
corpse reduce to ashes. "What did she ever do to you?!" he said "You
killed her...out of fear!". Filled with grief and anger slaughtered
the residents lives leaving him emotionaly scarred both from his
actions and loss of both his mother and trust in his father. Now
chased like a hated monster from the incident he can't get a job nor live peacefully so instead he joined a group of mercenaries thus making him re-live the bloodbath over and over.
"My mother was killed for no reason and I did the same to them. Now they are chasing me in the name of their so called 'justice'. Well their 'justice' has made me go so low as to kill for a living and still they insist in calling us monsters. In my eyes, the role is different..." Kill after kill the only safe heaven he could find was the underground itself...
Appearence:
Father:
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Mother:{X}
Shadahl:{X}
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:19 am
Name: Vivian Rhys Briac Nicknames Gained: Viv, Bri, Rhys Age: looks 21 156 by Fey Gender: Female Species: UnSeelie Sidhe Height: 5'6" Weight: 135lbs Marital Status: single Attitude: She is a little high strung like her mother but was always a very down to earth person. She loves to be outdoors when she can but also will be inside when required. Elements: Earth Weapons a set of Sais and a Katana Occupation: Princess Abilities/Powers: None yet she hasnt developed any yet. Bio: ((this is supposedly if Meredith had her baby and took the throne lol for anyone that read the series)) Vivian is the daughter of Meredith and her lovers. After Meredith gave birth she took over the throne of the UnSeelie Court from Andais. She grew up in the court until she was older then her mother took her to Los Angeles for her visits to get her out for a while. she was named Princess to the throne was she was 10 and had body guards her whole life that were those that werent the husbands of her mother. When Vivian turned 18 sh decided that she wanted to live in the human world for a while and work at the same investigation firm that her mother did before she became queen. While she was working she came across the Haven and decided it was good place to stop in the rest is history. Appearance:  Extra Information:None that you cant find out by talking to her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:31 am
 Name: Einaris Soterios Nicknames Gained: Soul Snatcher, Aris Age: She is a young succubus, age 58. Gender: Female Species: Demon Height: 5'8" Weight: 120 Marital Status: None Attitude: Coy, Expressive at times. Weapons Carries a dagger at her waist, and her tail is sharp. Occupation: Tailor, she is very gifted with a needle and cloth. Abilities/Powers: Wait a minute... Bio: Will add after finals >.> And more description to above soon. Appearance:
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:28 pm
 Name: Sandra Black Winters Nicknames Gained: Sandy Age: Looks 19, actually around about 400. Gender: Female Species: Human/Dragon Height: 5'7" Weight: 136 pounds, though she don't look it razz Marital Status: None Attitude: Shes a fighter, easily upset, though she tries hard to restrain it. When she isn't fighting others, she is fighting herself, an anger is locked in herself for her own reasons. She tries to be nice, she often can't do a true smile, but when she does it's worth it. Sandra doesn't like to rush to friendship, but once she is your friend, she will protect you till the end. Weapons Spiked elbow and knee guards, thin pieces of metal with black cloth strung together wraps around her thighs, protecting from bites and most attacks, black leather binding around her stomach, tight fitting cloth, pouch holds various tool but her main weapon is a sword in which she inheirted from her father , his sword.Occupation: Fighter/Hunter Abilities/Powers: Long life, Fast Healer, not instantly. She is strong, fast, easily bounding yards in seconds, can cut through a fairly large tree with her sword, but that is the extent of her powers. Bio: Her Father is half human half dragon, and her mother a seer. She and her blind brother came to this land, seeking an escape from those who had protected them after a war in which their mother was killed and their father captured, and the only reason Sandra promised she wouldn't go after him was he made her promised to lead her brother away from those who meant harm to him. *prolly add more later... xp so tired...*
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:49 am
IXSaenaeXI Name: Isach Copperfeild Winters
Nicknames Gained:The Blind Seer
Age: Same age as his twin sister.
Gender: Male
Species: Part human part dragon
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125
Marital Status: None
Attitude: He is a cheery fellow, who accepts people more then he should, the exact opposite of his twin sister, he enjoys singing with the birds that follow him and can't stand it when I child is crying. He tried what he can to make everyone happy.
Elements: He communes with the Birds.
Weapons 7 foot Glaive a 2 foot blade, dark brown wood adorned with green flecked gems.
Occupation: Story teller
Abilities/Powers: He can see the future, in painful images, causing his whole body to seize up with pain.
Bio: When he was younger he could see, and has just like now.
Appearance: Boy with shaggy raven locks, black ribbon sewn into his eyebrows ruined his eye sight, if he were to remove them a curse would release upon him. His skin is tan, much like his sister, and his body is lean, quick. He favors wearing a brown hooded cloak, and green linen shirts underneath.
Extra Information:A Raven Isach calls Ziggy follows him everywhere.
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