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Player's name: Zehguir
Character's name: Tyr Fenrir
Gender: Male
Age: 67, looks 32
Appearance: 6'7" tall, dark tan skin, golden eyes (Not morph gold, but like a really bright brown, so I guess golden-brown), very muscular, constantly wears baggy white pants with a red sash, an old-looking brown leather vest and a red bandanna. Has twin tattoos of blue lightning around his eyes. His weapons are a massive black-headed hammer that has ancient-looking runes on its shaft as well as a blue outline of a wolf on its head, and he calls it Gungnir.
Class: BERSERKER!!
Continent of origin: Learania
Bio: Born in the desert lands far away from the FEF Castle, Tyr was raised to be a strong, proud fighter. At about age 24, however, his town was destroyed by monsters and only he and a few others lived afterwords. Most of the survivors went insane and most moved out of the desert, but Tyr decided to stay. There he lived into in his mid thirties until he found no reason to stay any longer. He then moved near the FEF Castle; in the forest around it. In the forest, he befriended a silver wolf who named Lo'Gosh. The two have stayed in the forest ever since.

Player's name: Phith Leico
Character's name: Zelos Wilder
Gender: Male
Age: (Actual and physical) 22
Appearance: (Narcissist Zelos because it's my preferred costume of his) Zelos has long, red hair reaching down to about his lower back, with a fancy braid or something. He's got a fancy suit and stuff, a nice black jacket, white shirt and black pants. He has an elegant rapier attached to his belt, and a shield (probably the Star Shield) on his left arm.
Picture-thing, because I've been terrible at descriptions lately. ._.
Class: Uhhh... I'd say either FF Red Mage or FE MageFighter, both of which are classes capable of using melee weapons (swords) and both healing and offensive magic.
Continent of origin: Tethe'alla
Bio: Originally Rei, Zelos, a goofy pseudo-personality of Rei, took control of the Druid's damaged mind after one too many uses of Apocalypse. Zelos is, on the outside, a flirt. A HUGE flirt. I mean, worse than Gatrie. If it's female, he'll hit on it. To make his womanizing ways even funnier, he almost completely disregards the existence of males he does not personally know. But, that's just on the outside. On the inside, he's a more strategic, reserved person who's gone through more hardship than most.
History time! Now, Zelos was born to a rich family. But, his father sucked and was cheating on his mom, and ended up creating Zelos's little half-sister Celes with a half-elf woman. Zelos is (was) on good terms with her, despite parental issues. Now, to make things really terrible for the guy, the half-elf mistress killed his mother right in front of his eyes. His mother had blamed him for her death, and said that he should not have been born. So, Zelos had a pretty messed up childhood, giving him trust issues and stuff.
Now, anyone who has played ToS knows that Zelos sides with the winning side. What that means for the RP is unknown right now, and it'll be fun to work with later. :3

Player's name: Marshmallow Kitty
Character's name: Maiara Oakland
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty years of age. She looks her age, perhaps a year younger at most.
Appearance: Maiara stands tall, at just half an inch under six feet. She is slim all over, with long arms and legs and a flat stomach and chest. Her hair, a very dark shade of brown, falls past her waist even when pulled up in a ponytail. Her skin is a warm shade of light brown, like a comfortable suntan that never fades, and is complimented by a pair of amber-colored eyes. She has small hands and fingers, but large feet.

Typically, Maiara is seen wearing a blue tank top and a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, both cropped short to reveal a few inches of her slim stomach. Exposed on her right side is a tattoo of a yellow star. Seven gold bangles line her right forearm. She wears a pair of black shorts underneath a thick brown belt with a long, ground-trailing white skirt attached, cut to reveal most of her right leg. Attached to the back of her belt is a pouch that she carries a few odds and ends, such as medicine and a pocket knife. From her calves down to her feet are a pair of pale blue boots that fit snugly against her legs.

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Class: Sage (I would presume somewhere around Lvl 20/2 or so -- strong enough to class change, but not so strong as to be an uber)
Continent of origin: Magvel
Bio: Maiara was born to a mage and cleric in the desert country of Jehanna, raised by her father most of her life. Her father and mother owned an apothecary that created numerous potions used by the Jehanna military -- Elixirs, Vulneraries, Antitoxins, and so on. Maiara's mother died when her daughter was merely two, leaving her with a man entirely unsure of how to raise children. Maiara was trained rigorously in the magic arts since she was around eight years old, and eventually it became apparent (at least in her father's eyes) that young Maiara simply did not have the knack for it, and lost interest in her. Maiara's attempts to teach herself how to cast spells did little to rekindle her father's faith in her, even as she produced a rather impressive Thunder spell for him after some time of training on her own. It was as she was teaching herself to cast Elfire that she realized just how little she needed her father's help. She was doing this all on her own, for goodness sakes. The only question left was progressing; with her father keeping her on a tight reign at home, having decided her future was in potion-making and continuing the business, she had to get herself away from home. At the age of fourteen, Maiara decided she could not stay at home anymore (she preferred the term 'pursuing personal interests' over 'running away'), deciding that the best thing to do was to attempt to find a place to further her studies, far away from her father.

Maiara still isn't quite sure how she made it to Learania. She had packed everything up and held her backpack over her shoulder as she prepared to leave one dark night at the age of seventeen. She closed her eyes, opened the door, and stepped through. When she opened them again, no longer was she in a sandbox of blisteringly hot days and frigid nights; there she stood in a grassy area with homes and a stone castle in the distance.

Since then, Maiara found a place for herself in the castle town, joining the militia. No longer was she shackled by her father's expectations and plans. Overall, she does not regret her decision and even three years later, in a land still foreign to her.

Player's name: ShadowEdogawa
Character's name: Charon
Gender: Male
Age: However much time passed since that one happening at that one Christmas, y'know, where the undead popped up from the ground like weeds, you know the one.
Appearance: What is the appearance of the generic Mauthe Doog? It is a lithe form resonating with deadly speed and powerful accuracy, sinewy muscles tightly fitting the slender but sharp skeletal frame beneath olive skin, a vast mane of ochre fur framing a fierce skull beset with crimson eyes and a thin snout. The mane often coils along the back to form a structured defense of hair for the spine while excess fur covers the hindquarters and a bushy tail sprouts from the coil. Yellowed fangs glisten beneath strong muzzles and ivory claws flash from broad canine paws. The characteristics which set this creature apart from the others are that (from the ground to the shoulder) he is 3'8" tall, 5'3" from the tip of his nose to the base of his tail, and his coat is slightly grayer. There are deep scars along the muzzle and across his body, most seemingly from claws and teeth; he is missing toe on his left forepaw, a tinge of purple to his skin is evident; and last but not least, he seems well-groomed compared to the typical beast.
Class: Mauthe Doog
Continent of origin: His kind originate from Magvel, but he was raised in Learania.
Bio: From the blinding whiteness of the snow, he lifted his muzzle from the cold and icy flakes in a hunting howl that coalesced with the calls of his brethren. None knew what they were nor what purpose was nor sentience, for they were feral creatures raised from the demonic realms, given form and life to fulfill the bidding of hunger and strife. He was just like the rest of the pack: ravenous, relentless, and wrathful. He traipsed alongside his brothers through the cold snows and followed the scents of local wildlife and people. It was people they wanted. When they found these hairless, fleshy creatures walking around helplessly on two legs, the mauthe doogs sowed terror and struggle throughout what settlements they could find. The mauthe doogs did not question their existence. They did not question their sense of being.

But perhaps necromancy (or whatever form of dark magic which had raised them) erred in its performance. As time wore on and the pack continued weaving through the forests and settlements, snapping and barking at warm flesh and blood and bone, ripping their claws through anything within reach, this particular little beast began to notice patterns. All creatures of nature saw patterns, but he noticed them more prominently and he began to observe them. This mauthe doog watched the flutter of the leaves around him, the skitter of a shadow in every corner, and even the slight shifts of color in the sky when the sun rose and descended. Color was perhaps the strangest wonder to him.

His attentiveness to his surroundings caused an ignorance of his nature, and his fellow mauthe doogs sensed it. They felt threatened by this thing which had 'decided' to deviate from their ways. To a haphazardly organized number of predacious demons like the mauthe doogs, there was little else more dangerous than a loner of their own kind. They often snapped and snarled at him to keep him in line and to keep him disciplined. But the lone mauthe doog deviated more and more and he saw more patterns and acknowledged more things. Sound and noise became music. Sights became art. Instinct and reflex became reason. He eventually began to question the savage ways of the mauthe doogs. The loud, greedy snarls that rose from hungry throats, gurgling with blood torn fresh from screaming victims, became subjects of wonderment and doubt to the mauthe doog.

When it was clear this unnatural creature was no longer one of their own, the pack turned on him. They were far less civil than animals of nature and sought to kill their 'traitor'. He fought back, but it soon occurred to him that he could not win this battle, and instead he fled. The lone mauthe doog utilized his memory and awareness to abandon his attackers in the thick of the forest. They stayed on his trail by scent, for such demons had no sense of defeat, but when he darted through a human settlement the pack was delayed enough to lose him.

The mauthe doog knew humans would not welcome him. Yet he stayed on the fringes of their settlements, believing from his experience that they kept him safe from the feral mauthe doogs. He began grooming himself, finding comfort in it, and observed the patterns of these strange fleshy creatures that traveled on two legs. It occurred to him that each one was like a separate species, and each species had a separate name to which they responded, yet they understood one another and there were so many ways in which each individual was similar. He dwelled on these concepts for a long time. The lone mauthe doog eventually decided that he too was an individual, something that had become its own species by the shame of being driven off by his brethen, and he tried different forms of sound with what his muzzle could create. Finally he found something that he could utter with ease yet seemed unique to him. "Charon". He was a "Charon".

Charon often said that name at himself when he looked into his reflection, for he had realized it was an image of himself long ago. He continued observing patterns in nature and in creatures. But all fled at the sight of him. So he had to hide just to watch anything or to catch anything, just to survive, just to live. And he wondered what he was living for. There was no language in which he had these thoughts nor a language in which he spoke any words, but the raw concept existed in his warped lupine brain.

But there as something he longed to understand. Creatures of nature cooperated with one another, conflicting solely by the laws of territory and food. Brothers sought to control but they did not seek to slaughter. Yet when he witnessed demons, they were hellbent upon murder, for they were unnatural and had been summoned from dark and nameless realms. Humans did this too. Sometimes they killed each other with immense ferocity, and he wondered why. What perplexed him the most was when humans gathered in unfathomable numbers, bearing strange pelts that were made of some strange glinting stone, holding things made of shining and finely sharpened rock that they killed one another yet. But he couldn't understand why.

He wanted to understand.

Player's name: Cerulyth

Character's name: Adele Rystda

Gender: Female

Age: At the time of this, eighteen, and looks along the lines of it

Appearance: Adele keeps the same attire she usually does - a black bustier that complements the ebony skirt she wears over a set of dark leggings. The only thing different that she's recently adopted is a ragged brown scarf; the reason for wearing it remains a mystery, as she refuses to tell anyone why she's chosen to wear it. Her hair is now significantly longer than it was before, and the most striking feature about her new appearance is a series of deep scars in her face, circling her right eye. As with the scarf, it's unknown how she got the scars, but it's likely she ran into a patch of trouble on her sabbatical, one she's not willing to discuss. As for her weaponry, she still carries the massive axe strapped to her back. It's odd, but she seems to have only gotten more proficient with it.

Class: Berserker

Bio: After the events of Halloween, in which Adele and Siegell took off together, things went okay for a bit. Increasingly, though, Adele felt awkward around Siegell, what with her raucous attitude and accent and all. So, for him, she received his blessing to wander Learania and school about a bit. Recapture what she never had, y'know? (Not that she wasn't very smart in the first place, it was just a matter of channeling that knowledge into the right places.) Adele went off, received the promised schooling, ran into some old...accomplices...and after a series of events that she won't tell anyone, she finally returned years later.

Except things were different.

Seeking information from some local towns, Adele learned that Siegell had waged war upon FEF Castle, the castle she was so familiar with since Madriana's reign. He'd won (without her?), and was now king of the country. Well, awesome, Adele thought, what a great thing to return home to!

Not so much.

Upon further interrogation, she found that Siegell wasn't alone in his conquest. A blonde-haired girl was now his queen. Amelia.

Amelia, that girl she'd run into in that final battle.

Amelia was now with Siegell.

Not sure whether to be incredibly angry or intensely upset, Adele thought about running to the castle. No...if Siegell was now as powerful as what she'd heard, that would only result in instant death. Especially if she made a scene about it. No, she had to plot her steps carefully. Adele knew that she'd have to find some allies if she wanted to get back at Siegell. But where to begin?

Player's name: Misuki Marishima
Character's name: Dahlia Curtis
Gender: Female
Age: 27. She looks her age.
Appearance: She’s of average height, around 5 feet four. On her shoulders is a silver cape, that drapes over her back and drags slightly on the ground as she walks. The clasp on this cape is a large ruby. Her red dress also extends down to her feet, just above her red heeled shoes. Dahlia wears white gloves, no real jewelry except a silver circlet with a black gem in the middle. Her hair and eyes are both red, and her skin tone is a bit darker than the average ‘white.’
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Class: Sage
Continent of origin: Learania (Half Eyris, Half Mordache)
Bio: Dahlia is a Sage whom was born of a Eyris father and a Mordache mother. She’d been raised in her mother’s native country, and later found out the reason why her father lived there… he was exiled by Eyris, for ‘knowing too much’ dark magic. The fact that Eyris would exile someone for knowledge (she didn’t care if it was because of the rumors of her father’s necromancy) made her grow to distrust the city and its people to the point where she seen it as a corrupt society in need of reform (after all, she’d heard many other stories of Eyris exiles in Mordache or elsewhere.)

She saw an opportunity to change Eyris though… when she was asked by a Wyvern Lord to become his spy. This man offered Dahlia a promise of changing the corrupt society for the better, and the sage couldn’t be happier. She agreed, and after a few troublesome details of her past were bribed away, Dahlia joined the Eyris Castle Guard in order to blend in and also keep tabs on the ignorant citizens of the corrupt country. When that Wyvern Lord, Siegell, the very one she had unshakable faith in raised his spear to finally assault the place, she only wore the mask of a Guard for that much longer, before going ‘missing in battle’ and then returning to her true lord’s side to help him do whatever he must to change the rotten Eyris into a place where everyone of all magical studies and weapon studies alike could find haven.

Since being in both the Castle Guard and also Siegell’s spy, Dahlia has gained a reputation to be both brutal and unforgiving. Her favorite amongst the anima tomes is now bolting, able to usually kill someone from a long distance with a single blow.

Player's name: Forgotten Morph
Character's name: Kishuna
Gender: Male
Age: 35/22; however he was dead for several hundred years between these two.
Appearance: A morph, with the trademark black hair and golden eyes that show his creation. He stands about six feet tall, body lithe and sculpted; he's muscular, but not overly so. However, to be honest this muscle does not do him as much good as one would think; it was created when he was created. A morph may be flawless, but a morph's body will not physically change. Unconsciously, it seems, this morph likes to show off his 'flawless' body; he is frequently shirtless, or will be wearing something quite revealing. His pants are nearly always the same; tight and leather, with boots to match.
Class: Magic Seal? Powers differ in this roleplay...
Continent of origin: Elibe
Bio: Kishuna was originally a human, a young mercenary just starting out his career, really. He and his friend, a man named Renault, had been working together for around three years; until an operation went awry and Kishuna was killed. He remainded dead for multiple centuries, until he found himself alive once again in a mute, twisted body. He barely escaped death, fleeing to abandoned ruins with his newfound power, and attempted to make contact with humans he believed could restore him. However, they instead attacked him, and he fled again. This was, however, only until he fell through a certain door...

Now in Learania, Kishuna was found by his old friend, who seemed to have been there for a decent amount of time. Renault restored him, bringing him back to, if not his old body, a new, working one. And Kishuna was pleased, and he began to think things might go well.

Then, things went wrong. That man... that accursed wyvern rider. The morph couldn't imagine how he'd ever been attracted to that b*****d. In a sudden move, Siegell had taken over the castle; in the conquest, Renault had been mortally injured. Kishuna carried him from that place, attempting to save his friend. However, he failed. Renault instead decided that he would die on his own terms, giving what was left of his quintessence to Kishuna. And the morph swore revenge. Even were he alone, he would kill that b*****d of a wyvern rider. No matter what happened to himself afterwards, he would do it. He retreated, then, taking a small abandoned outpost outside of the city as his 'keep'. And there he stayed, readying, and plotting.