Fye, Rabon, Amelia and Claire need masters! Come look!

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General
Name: Fye Delai
Alias: Seri, Ser
Age: 127, looks 20's
Birth date: September 17
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130lbs
Origin: Born elf

Appearance

Hair: Blond and straight
Eyes: Light green
Clothing: What the picture has
Stature: Slender and fit, she is physically built
Signature: None
Tattoos: Scar tattoos of symbols from her village
Piercings: Ears, double

Information
Affinity: Earth
Known affinities: Earth, light (heal) and water
Rank: Alchemist
Instructor: Meldon
Family: Mother and brother, husband and father died.

Personality
Wise and calm, she listens to people and strays from frights. Loving and caring she is what some would call a mother.

Fighting ability
Quick with a bow, her speed makes her a hard target but she doesn't wish to get on a close fist-to-fist brawl.

Weapons, Items, Etc
Elven Sword
Long Bow

Talents
Skilled with sword and bow, spectacular vision and aim, agility, healing, control of earth elements, horse riding, scripture writing and reading,
singing, metal crafting, Alchemy, Herbology, Philosophy, and Political Anatomy.

Specific Magic skill
Earth: Quakes, moving stone, calling upon the forest (trees, plants, animals, etc.)
Light: Healing, protection circle

Biography
[Coming Soon]  

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General
Name: Elwe Celeblass
Alias: El
Age: 1,762
Birth date: October 5
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 140
Origin:

Appearance

Hair: Silver, straight
Eyes: Black
Clothing: As seen in picture
Stature: Warrior stature, strong and muscled
Signature: None
Noticeable Features: None
Tattoos: Dots tattooed above her eyebrows
Piercings: None

Information
Affinity: Earth

Known affinities: Earth
Rank: Pirate
Instructor: None
Family: With her clan, living their lives as she travels

Personality
Very aggressive and short tempered and will fight any one who displeases her.
When she is calm, humorous and loud, loves attention from people.

Fighting ability
Wields a sword, fights with her ancient training.

Weapons, Items, Etc
As shown in picture, sword and daggers

Talents
Strong, more blunted headed than using her mind.

Specific Magic skill
Earth: Vines, quake, rock throw

Biography
[Coming Soon]  

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General
Name: Rabon
Alias: Ra
Age: 6,478
Birth date: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 130
Origin: Spawn

Appearance

Hair: White, shagged
Eyes: Blue
Clothing: As seen in picture
Stature: He looks rather skinny but he stands tall and looks very handsome.
Signature: None
Noticeable Features: His hands, the long blue nails
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None

Information
Affinity: Water

Known affinities: Water
Rank: Guardian
Instructor: Unknown
Family: Unknown

Personality
He is sly with men and flirtatious with ladies.
Witty and quick minded he sweeps the girls off their feet, as he enrages the men-folk.

Fighting ability
He is as elegant as he is beautiful, he appears to be dancing when he fights.
One move there smoothly goes into the next stance.
Rabon is an artist of his trade.

Weapons, Items, Etc
A staff

Talents
Magic is all he really knows

Specific Magic skill
Water: Drown, Waterfall, Rain

Biography

He felt the touch grass brushing against his cheeks and the smell of fresh air.
Opening his eyes a white light poured in blinding him for a moment.
Rabon could make out a tree…a white tree with leaves like the stars.
Glowing, glistening in the rays of the sun.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position his side began to hurt.
Something was wrong, where was he?
All he could remember was his name, only his name.
Forcing himself to his feet and stumbled to the tree and leaned on its trunk.
Gazing upward he peered through the leaves, the light barely showing through.
Is this heaven? Am I dead?

Falling back down onto his knees he wept.
Wept for his lost memories, his soul, and his future.
As the tears rolled down his face he heard a faint voice calling to him.
Staring across the landscape he saw a woman walked gracefully walking toward him.
She was as pale as the snow and the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
The woman knelt down next to him; her hand cradled his wet cheek.
“Why do you cry?” Her voice was filled with concern and yet it was sweet as honey.
“I am gone…” Rabon cried through his wimping tone.
She just smiled, “You are only lost.”
Before he could ask her to explain she kissed his lips and the new world around him started to swirl and disappear.

He awoke in a dark damp alley,
There was a terrible pain on his head.
As he placed his hand to coddle his new pain he felt something pointy and hard.
His face turned dead white and he leaned over to mirror himself in a puddle.

There on his head were horns.
On his back were wings.
Between his legs was a tail.
On his fingers were long blue finger nails.

His whole body had changed…he had become a demon.
Collapsing to the ground he wanted to cry again.
He wanted to know why this happened to him, and he would find out.  

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General
Name: Amelia Clark
Alias: None
Age: 16
Birth date: February 22
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 110
Origin: Born human then bitten

Appearance

Hair: Black, straight, cut short
Eyes: Brown
Clothing: As seen in picture
Stature: She looks at the ground most of the time
Signature: None
Noticeable Features: Her glasses
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None

Information
Affinity: Animals

Known affinities: None
Rank: Student
Instructor: None
Family: Lives with, still alive

Personality
Amelia is very shy of the world.
She dares not to immerse herself with others out of fear of them finding her secret.
A bright girl, good at school but terribly lonely.

Fighting ability
She has none in human form but as a beast, it is only instinct.

Weapons, Items, Etc
None besides teeth and claws

Talents
Bookworm…explains it all.

Specific Magic skill
None

Biography
She was never liked very much at her school.
No there was nothing wrong with little Amelia.
It was because she was different from all the other students.
It gave them a reason to tease her by putting frogs in her locker to knocking down her books.
She never really minded the abuse from her classmates.
The reason she could survive the torment was her books and loving family.

Amelia’s parents loved their daughter to pieces.
They tried everything to make her life seem better.
The Clarks understood their daughter was a bit strange from the other children.
All she would do was read and barely talked.
Amelia knew her parents would stop at nothing to help her fit in.
She loved them dearly for it but knew it would never happen.

One day after school when she was fifteen; a group of older boys cornered her.
They picked on her, pushing her around, until she was crying.
In a moment there was an opportunity for her to run.
She took it.
The young males chased her into the forest, into the deepest parts.

Amelia ran through the woods, breaking branched down and tripping over roots.
But they caught up to her and one schoolboy tackled her to the ground.
He held her as the eldest boy hovered over her.
“Look at this b***h, screaming and whining.”
He smirked to the other boy who snickered in the background.
“I think we need to teach her a lesson for running away from such charming men.”
All the boys cheered as the oldest one started to pull her shirt up and skirt down.

Then from the dark a howl was heard.
A dark menacing cry that echoed from the depths of night.
Everyone froze as the sound of snapping branches and leaves rustled got closer and closer.
Amelia couldn’t move as much as she struggled to.
From out of the shadows a beast appeared.
Fangs like pearls, claws like knifes eyes like the devil himself.
It tilted its head back and howled again.
Some of the boys wet themselves in utter fear and ran.

The eldest boy was not as lucky.
The wolf lunged and snapped the boy’s neck in its powerful jaws.
There was so much blood that rained and the beast devoured the lifeless body.
Wide eyed, Amelia crawled backwards away from the scene.
But the animal was quicker than she.

Before she could scream it was on top of her, teeth bared and drooling.
She was going to die.
Closing her eyes she felt it bite her shoulder and warm blood running down her body.
Then there was a loud noise, a banging sound like a gun.
It frightened the wolf so bad it ran off into its twisted home.
As her eyes began to close she was an elderly man standing over her, talking to her but she could not make the word out.
All she knew was she was going to be fine.  

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General
Name: Claire George
Alias: None
Age: 24
Birth date: February 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'1
Weight: 110
Origin: Born human gone insane

Appearance

Hair: Black, straight, cut short
Eyes: Light brown
Clothing: As seen in picture
Stature: Short, but very slender
Signature: None
Noticeable Features: None
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Ears pierced

Information
Affinity: Darkness

Known affinities: Darkness
Rank: Nurse
Instructor: Hamilton
Family: Living in the city, far from her

Personality
She seems normal at first, charming and sweet then like a flip of a coin she turns.
Aggressive and nasty, she will think you are her enemy.

Fighting ability
None really, but when she goes mad she is savage.

Weapons, Items, Etc
Gun and machete

Talents
Medical, cooking, computers and writing poetry.

Specific Magic skill
None

Biography
[Coming soon]  

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Collars&Charms

Fye Delai
Blue and Sheet of Music

Elwe Celeblass
Black and Black Raven

Rabon
Brown and a Shield

Amelia Clark
White Lace and White Dove

Claire George
Gray and Two Fists  

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Masters

Fye Delai's
None

Elwe Celeblass'
Lucifer

Rabon's
Jinx

Amelia Clark's
None

Claire George's
None  

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Rules

-Do not PM me for anything.
-I am married irl.
-if I flirt with you it's not because I like you, it's for the roleplay.
-I am a high leveled RPer, hope to find masters/mistress at my level.
-If you want to be my master/mistress post and I will review your profile.  

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