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Achieved
Name: Edith Godhold
Age: 27
Nationality: American
Gender: Male

Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Typical Peach
Marking: The Alchemical symbol of Quintessence branded onto the back of his left hand.

Interests: Alchemy, Psionics, Power
Strengths: Independent, Intelligent, Empathic, Charismatic
Weaknesses: Soulless, Power Hungry, Delusional

Style of Dress: Edith prefers to wear clothing that accents his masculinity. Dark colors, leather, chains. He almost borders on Goth in style, but insists on not wearing any form of make up or jewelry. His hair is always neatly combed and kept at a 'respectable' length for a young man.

Ability: Minor Empathy; Edith can sense the surface emotions of those who are not guarding them around him. Since he does not advertise his ability it is very rare that people guard their emotions around him. He can not sense or pick up specifics according to the individual however. He can pick up that a person is happy, but can not determine what is making them happy outside of common observation.

History: Edith's father and mother are from mixed heritage. His mother is American and his Father English. When his parents realized they were pregnant, they moved to America to be closer to Edith's mothers family. When he was born, his father insisted on giving him a traditional British name. Thus began the spiral of Edith's life.

As a toddler he was mistaken to be a girl by strangers. In school he was teased without mercy by the boys and girls alike. In these early years a anger at the rest of the children around him took hold. As he grew, and the teasing only abated a little, that seed of anger turned into a bitter vine of hatred. He attempted to change his name, or call himself by different names when meeting new people. The truth of his name was always learned in a short period of time and the usual laugh that he expected always came.

As Edith progressed through the years at school, he eventually was sent to a private all boy's school by his father. There he began all of the torment anew, with a new crowd of merciless boys. Needless to say, Edith became the focus of more then just relentless teasing. With a 'female' name, some of the more cruel boys determined that Edith should fulfill the role of a female at the school. His frustration and outrage peaked during this time. It is not that Edith had anything about same gender pairings... but the demeaning manner in which he was treated is truly what angered him.

It was in his final year of schooling that Edith was granted a unbelievable blessing. His room mate moved away within the first month of the semester, and no replacement was found. Edith was given privacy to lock himself away when not in classes. It was then that he formed and began work on his master plan.

First it involved creating a website. A website to draw in the vulnerable and impressionable minds of the teens who had so often mocked him. He knew how desperate and alone some could be. How they could feel misunderstood or hated or oppressed. He created a place for them to vent their negative emotions, to gain sympathy and support. Once he had successfully established the site, he began to post his own little blogs. Over the course of only a year, Edith had successfully created a following of individuals who believed in him. Believed that he understood them, and in turn gained their loyalty. It was time for him to take it to the next level.

Edith spread out his influence and began to create his own little personal army of angry teens and young adults. He spent countless hours working on securing their faithfulness. During this time he came to realize just how weak minded and blind so many people were. His aspirations grew until he finally formed his ultimate goal.

Edith was going to create a army and take over Panama.

Why? Because who cared about Panama? It was a little squiggle of land, hardly a power in the world. But to someone like him...he could see the value! Edith began to amass funds via donations from his followers in a online bank account under a false name. With his self appointed 'Generals' Edith began to work on plans to invade Panama.

Once they had obtained a undeniable foothold and control over Panama, he figured it would take about 8 years to drive out and kill all opposition, they would open Panama up to the rest of his followers. Then they would move on to phase two.

Kidnap Japanese.

Particularly, Japanese students who were a year away from graduating with the top grade. Because everyone knows the Japanese are the brightest geniuses in the world. They would force them to work on technology and bioengineering. Edith planned to have completely recreated Panama into the most technologically advanced civilization in the entire world. Then it would be time for phase three!

He would rename Panama Atlantis, and work on creating a new strain of humans who could breath underwater. They would create the first sea dwelling country! They would take over all oil drilling operations! They would scour the sea for sunken treasure and reclaim the true remnants of the first Atlantis! He would be unstoppable!

Alas... Edith was stoppable at this early stage though. His plans were uncovered by a leak in his 'faithful' organization. Or perhaps it was just a pissed off parent reporting their child's donations to his bank account that drew the interest of the IRS, who tracked him down and discovered who Mr. Quin Tessence really was. Either way, he was discovered and arrested. Edith was only 24 at the time, but it was determined he had not yet done anything truly illegal. But after a 'psyche eval' he was committed to a mental clinic for treatment.

Edith was not one to be stopped though! He spent a year in the mental clinic, pretending to take the pills he was certain the nurses were trying to use to enslave his mind. It was during this time that Edith was able to apply himself to a second passion of his.

For two years, Edith studied with a single minded determination the history and applied uses of psionics. He had always believed in the secrets of the mind. But he had been so wrapped up in his pursuit of Panama that he had never invested much more then a casual interest in it. Edith used the patients around him to practice the mental excersizes upon, and in due time realized he had a minor gift.

He could sense things. At first it was just a weird tingle in his brain. But as he continued to practice, he became more acute of these feelings. He associated certain sensations to certain emotions. A small vibration in the back of his skull near his left ear seemed to be a response to sadness. A warm spot above his left eye he attributed to happiness. These strange feelings he carefully studied and practiced them upon those around him, until he felt confident enough to try and use them.

At first he tried to engage the nurses around him. He quickly learned that these people, so used to dealing with the other patients, they quickly rebuffed him. So he turned his attention to the others around him. The weak minded were so...easy...Edith was stunned at how quickly he gained the support of the medicated fools. Some he convinced he was a trapped angel, needing desperately to escape. Others he convinced he was a fairy. Some he told he was a spy, trapped here by his enemies to keep him from delivering his important messages. They all..believed him. Accepted him for his words. He used his ability to sense their fear, hope, mistrust, and joy to tailor his words better to manipulate them.

Then he used them. With their help he managed to escape from the mental clinic. They had provided him with the means he so desperately needed, and he was incredibly successful in evading capture for a few days. However, even after stealing some cloths, he was still found and re-caught.

This time he was sent someone far...worse. After hearing the wild ramblings of the patients he had manipulated, and merely grinning when he was asked what he had to say for himself...Edith was sent to this Asylum. A new place...a new jail...he is not certain what to make of it...but he is certain in time he'll find a way out of here too...maybe...he still has to get to Panama after all.

Name: Amun
Age: 20
Nationality: Egyptian
Gender: Male

Hair: His hair reaches to his mid back. He has the hair to his left and right side tied by a blue ribbon with the rest of his hair flowing loose down his back. The tips of his hair and all of his bangs are white. He also has some white bands going up the length of his hair.
Eyes: Black and pupiless
Skin: His human torso is a dark tan color, as you would expect of a Egyptian. From the waist down he has a scaled body much like that of the California king snake
Marking: Small scales around his eyes to give them a sort of slitted look. Small fangs in his mouth. Small white horns on his head. Egyptian style body markings.

Style of Dress: Collar and Cuffs on each of his wrists. There is a bell attached to his collar. There is also a similar cuff strapped to the tip of his tail.Egyptian Belt around his waist.

Traits: Serpent like abilities. The ability to see heat sources, capable of dislocating his jaw to swallow large sources of food. Capable of hibernating for extended periods of time.

Powers:No magical or special abilities.

History: Amon began his life as a simple human. He grew up in the dusty streets of Cairo and made his living as a tomb robber. A trade he learned from his late father, Amon would dig up the buried corpses to rob them of what little possessions they had been buried with. It was a ugly foul job, but it kept him fed. It was also a rather deadly and dangerous job. Amon had seen both his father and elder brother executed for their crimes against the dead.

Undeterred by these losses, Amon merely spent more time being careful in his planned attempts of robbery. His greatest chance came when a friend of his discovered a small crack in the Vally of the Kings. Now...the crack most likely was nothing, but Amon was never one to take such a chance. With a accomplice, Amon snuck into the Vally to investigate this crack. After hours of digging and chipping, he and his accomplice uncovered a small one foot by two foot rectangular door that had been sealed tightly with stone and clay. Together they worked to open this door and before midnight had even passed Amon was creeping on his belly towards what he assumed would be a vast fortune and the end of his robbery days.

He was correct in both ways. Amon and his accomplice found a sealed tomb at the end of the tunnel. A warning upon the doorway spoke of Set's Wrath should any disturb the one who laid within. It...was sort of odd that Set was the god invoked...and odder still that the tomb seemed to belong to some priest rather then a pharaoh. Still, it did not stop the two young men from prying the door open and entering the tomb. Inside they found a small fortune. Religious relics and artifacts from a age Amon was not educated enough to determine. A sarcophagus laid in the center of the room, and beside it the remnants of a priestly outfit. Unable to resist, Amon unclasped a belt from long decayed linen robes and placed it around his own waist. Everything went dark then.

When Amon woke up, the room was in darkness. But he could still see. Heat appeared outlined in shades of red, orange, yellow, and green. He could see bugs scuttling in the walls. He could see rodents creeping in the corners. He could even see his accomplice huddled against the wall, weeping as he banged on the stone door. Somehow, the tunnel had collapsed in. Somehow they had become trapped. And worse yet..somehow Amon noticed his body was not the same as it had been before. He could see the lacking of his legs, feel the scales under his hands and tasted the tips of his fangs on a strange tongue. It really did not take a genius to know something had changed him, and that it was most likely the belt now around his waist. Amon attempted to remove it, but felt under his fingertips no release clasp. The belt had formed into a seamless circle and there was no way to take it off.

There was a boon to being lost in darkness, his accomplice could not see the monster he had become. Unfortunately...they were trapped together with no provisions in the least. They were there for days... at first they tried eating the bugs in the walls...then the rodents...but Amon's accomplice had a hard time choking down uncooked rodents or chewing on squirming bugs. Amon personally found that they were not nearly as disgusting as his accomplice thought. Most likely due in part to his new tongue with it's strange taste-buds. It was clear that there was air coming in somewhere by this point. They merely needed to wait until someone came to dig them out...

The bugs and rodents ran out, leaving them with nothing to eat. They had been trapped in the tomb for nearly two weeks now, and Amon was beginning to despair that no one would ever come to rescue them. As his hunger grew, a terrible thought wormed it's way into his mind. Not -all- the food was gone after all. There was something else there. Something that would satisfy him for a good long time, unlike the bugs and rodents that had not really abated his hunger any. In the tomb there was a scythe handy. Even after so many years untouched in it's scabbard, the golden blade was still so very sharp. Amon had thought he'd be disturbed by killing his accomplice and hacking his body up. Perhaps all those years of digging up graves had served some purpose after all.

Amon discovered, as he worked on swallowing his accomplices corpse, that his jaw had the lovely ability to dislocate painlessly. His throat expanded to accommodate the large meaty hunks he was forcing down it. He had a bit of trouble with the hips and torso of his accomplice, but by breaking the bones in a few choice places he managed the task with only minor difficulty. Upon finishing his meal, Amon was overcome with a terrible desire to sleep. He coiled in a corner of the tomb and allowed himself to drift off.

When Amon awoke, it was to the sound of shifting rubble. Stone moved and a whiff of fresh air hit his nostrils. Eagerly he uncoiled his body and turned his attention to the opening. He still felt groggy from his period asleep, but the rescuers presence gave him reason to stir. Men broke through the opening, and Amon covered his eyes from the bright light. He heard the excited exclamations of the diggers...then the horrified screams as he uncoiled and approached. Well..he was a monster now wasn't he? It was to be expected....

Amon was assumed to be some sort of guardian beast of the tomb. Which was so very absurd. He was not about to explain to them what he truly was. He had no desire to be executed after all. What seemed rather unsettling though...was the style of dress and odd items the archaeologists seemed to possess. Amon was baffled by these 'cell phones' they all seemed to have. His confusion was written off as due to him being this falsely identified mythical beast. Somehow...some way... he had slept for nearly a century. Amon was perplexed until he considered the last things he remembered. A fully grown snake could go for two weeks without needing to eat so long as it had a good fulfilling meal..and some snakes would hibernate for a entire season...so..he had gorged himself on a filling meal...and fallen asleep for nearly a hundred years? Was that possible?

He was feeling terribly hungry... and he looked a bit on the scrawny side... Before Amon was able to really make a decision himself, he found his crate being sent away...to some place called an Asylum.

Name: Majolin Treedawn
Age: Unknown
Species: Treedawn Satyr
Gender: Female

Hair: A purple so deep and rich it seems black at times. It is often pulled back into a pony tail so it doesn't get in the way when she is working.
Eyes: A very bright and sparkling pink color, with a highlight of lavender
Skin: A purple humanoid torso, but with furred legs the color of her hair and cloven feet.
Marking: Pointed elf like ears. Instead of a typical goat's tail, she has a long haired tail similar to a Persian cat in the same color as her hair. Majolin has strange dark pink markings on her skin that sort of resemble tribal marks (The Artist can have full creative ability in what they look like XD)

Style of Dress: Majolin dresses in loose garments. Pants do not really fit well on her goat like legs after all, so she prefers to wear a skirt. In contrast, she wears a tight bodice for the upper half of her body. Majolin likes to wear a flowing sash around her waist, entwined with a gold link belt. She wears a tight choker collar on her neck with a small heart pendant hanging from it.

Ability: Majolin has the natural ability to share her thoughts, and pick up Aari's own, when she is touching him. This ability stems from the fact that Majolin is, in essence, a part of Aari himself. She has the potential to learn magical talents, however it will require training and some growing up on her part before she can even access this potential.

History: In progress.

Treedawn Satyr Species: It is a obscure story, one that dates back before pre-Christianity. The time of unicorns and their tales have survived through the ages. Wonderful beasts filled with kindness and innocence. How true these tales may be vary depending on whom you ask. It is often better to just ask a unicorn itself for the truth though don't you think?

For as long as there have been tales told of unicorns, one universal trait has tied them all together. That of the Maiden. A female so pure and kind, a picture of virgin innocence that draws the unicorn irresistibly to her. Most tales state she is a princess. Others just a female of unnatural beauty or gifted with song. In all such tales though a kernel of truth can be uncovered.

When a Unicorn is birthed, it is a wonderful and joyful thing. For some Unicorns, a very special magical event may occur with their birth. When light glints off it's horn for the first time, a Treedawn Satyr springs forth from within the heart of it. The very essence of a Treedawn Satyr is tied to the horn of a unicorn. As long as the Unicorn lives, so too does the satyr. The purpose of the satyr is to provide eternal companionship to his or her unicorn. In addition, they are charged with protecting and tending to their unicorn companion. It is a task every satyr embraces whole heartedly. These special Satyrs are eternal maidens, as they remain as pure as the representation of the unicorns own horn.

The type of light and the season within which the unicorn is birthed plays a part in the creation of it's Treedawn Satyr. Unicorns that are born in the spring often have satyrs that are pastel in color. Summer born ones are normally bright bold and vibrant colors. Fall born ones are normally dull earth tones with a mixture of brilliant red, yellow, and orange. Winter born ones typically are very pale and muted in tone. Likewise, the type of light that helps birth the satyr plays a role.

Sunborn satyrs are the most common. These satyrs are typically energetic, quick to leap into action without thought, and thus are very brash. Moonlight born satyrs normally are mellow in personality but extremely determined and strong willed. Rarest of all the satyrs is the Starborn, as the unicorn must be born on a moonless night with only the stars twinkling above. Starborn satyrs have twinkling personalities that seem to be a combination of the Sun and Moon born types. Starborn satyrs can be very energetic and bold, yet possess the calm ability to think through their actions before leaping into action. Or a Starborn satyr can act without thinking and be very stubborn.

Reguardless of the type of Treedawn Satyr; be they Summer Sunborn, Winter Moonborn, or Spring Starborn. All Treedawn Satyrs life essence is linked to their Unicorn. A Unicorn can survive the death of it's satyr companion. Should the unicorn die however, the satyr will vanish as if they had never existed. Due to this natural bond the two share, the unicorn and satyr may share their thoughts with each other when in physical contact.

Name Kyil
Age 87
Species Drow
Gender Male
Hair Long flowing white hair. Reaches all the way down to his ankles.
Eyes Very bright and vibrant pink
SkinA coal black color. Not pure obsidian, but close.
Markings A series of elegant pink and blue tattoos that cover his left arm and the left portion of his chest and left leg. The tattoos are of pink flowers and water.
Outfit Kyil is a very shiny sort of male. He wears a long purple skirt with a glittering gold belt around his waist. He wears all sorts of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. He wears a decorative collar with a short leash around his neck. He likes to place pretty hair barrettes with chains in his hair. He has a terrible fondness of feathers and likes to wear them as accessories. In his hair, feathered from his eyes, or accenting his cloths. Kyil typically wears slippers of some sort.
Abilities Kyil is a exceptionally well trained masseur. He has been trained in a defensive style of combat that uses pressure points to numb the limbs of his targets. As an ability of his race, Kyil has infrared vision.
History In process! 8D

This was a custom submitted in the Gijinka event. I loved the concept so much I decided to quest for him after the event was over with.

Username: Yousei Akki
Custom Type: Moderate
Patient Name: Onirum
Patient Rank: Teen
Patient Gender: Male
Pokemon Influence: Milotic, Normal
Eye color: Hot Pink
Skin tone: Peach/Normal
Markings/Tattoos: Three pink dots down the left and right side of his neck. Hot pink eyeshadow.
Hair Color/Style: Hot Pink, Short slicked hair, but with extremely long bangs divided to either side of the face. The bangs should hang all the way down to his waist and resemble the long swoops on the Pokemon's head by his eyes.
Clothing: Under shirt of hot pink with a over shirt of beige (See Ref below) A pair of tight pants that resemble his tail in pattern and color.
Accessories: Feather earrings fashioned to resemble the end of his tail.
Special Features: Hot pink antenna that archs back over his head. A feather fan tail with pink, blue, and darker blue patterns resembling the Pokemon reference. The tail should be rather long and swoopy.
References: Tail Ref
Hair Ref- Since it is a boy, I only want his bangs to be long like the girls in the pic. There should also be a white fin like thing on his head similar to her own.
Shirt Ref The under shirt (Brown) is to be hot pink and the over shirt (tan) is to be a beige color. No front pocket.
Total Cost: 200 or 300K?