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Chlera Daughter of Lithy

Stats: 16, female, good with bows and magic, terrible with swords.
Race: Half-elf half-human
World Setting: A quiet forest(almost TO quiet) with a long stream cutting across the grass.Beyond forest borders is a vast desert of moutains.

About your character
Chlera is an only child and her parents were long dead. She had a elf mother and a human father. Her people were at war when her parents disappeared. A few months later their bodies were found, she was 13 at the time. She enjoys hunting deer and drawing.

Death:
Come to think of it....Did she die? I doubt she just stumbled upon it! Maybe she'll explain what happened later. There two possiblities:
-She died of starvation
-Or she was looking for her parents again
Her mind is a bit mixed up, let her rest. The answer will be revealed sooner or later.

Fate
If she hadn't arrived here, Chlera is certain she would have died during the great war between the demons and the angels. Of course the elves would side up with the angels, along with the hobbits, the faeries, and the animal-humans. Men, mermaids, and other magical beings would split in two sides and join the demons or the angels.

Character Name
Aoimizu Yasakokoro/ Ashi Yasakokoro
Stats: (17, Female, Split Soul Syndrome, As Aoimizu: Healing magic to all but herself, Water and plant control(limited), long range fighting/W:Close range fighting, fire, electricity, cursing, Vampires****As Ashi: Close range fighting, Flight, Dark magic&Shadows/ W: Long Range Fighting, Fire, wind currents changing too erratically).
Race: (Siren/Pixie: Father was a renegade Pixie Prince, Mother was a Siren High Preistess)
World Setting: Earth, Underworld of supernatural Beings. Creatures and humans with magic attend Crystal Rose Academy to control abilities and powers

About your character
I have to Find it in a mountain of Charaters and roleplays....I apologize. I will add it to the message I get back.

Death:
Aoimizu Was in a training class and she was fighting a Naga girl In her class. It was to practice close range weapons. Well, When She went to attack she tripped on the Naga girl's tail and fell out the window of the training tower. She would have changed into Ashi, but she was falling into the middle of a vampire training battle. The two vampires were going full force at each other and because Aoi has severe Sanguivorophobia, she froze. Without her scream to alert them to her incoming presence she landed in the clawed grasp of the two with each biting the opposite sides of her neck. Impailed on their claws and being drained, she felt her blood leave her and pass out. Her last thought, "I survived all that to die like this?...I'm Sorry Siroku.." as she faded into the afterlife.

Fate
Aoimizu only left one person behind. Her best friend who has known her since they were 4. Secretly she had hoped to eventually become his wife, but she couldn't admit this even to herself. Her religion (Incarnations of Immortality Series for reference) Held a God and Different incarnations. She was an apostle of Gaea and was training to become the new Gaea. She had hoped to reseal herself as the Original Aoimizu again, but that was up to fate. and it sent her to this Plane of Serindipity

Character Name
Zev Astari
Stats: 53 (looks about 25-27), Male, Dueling/Logic
Race: Anzat. The Anzat are a species in the Star Wars universe. They are force sensitive and are very similar to humans, except for their grey skin, usually blue hair and two tentacle-like proboscises that extend from their cheeks. These are used to feed upon the brains of their victims. They must do this to survive.
World Setting: (A description of the world your character is from)


About your character
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I was scared, even as a baby I knew something was wrong. I was crying, tears flowing down my checks and my mother had not come to check on me. Instead a man came, one I had never seen before. At that time I didn't understand that I should should not trust this man, I couldn't even speak yet. He cued at me as he picked me up. Than he took me away from my home and raised me at the jedi temple.

As I grew up the man who took me, Drox, raised me like a son and taught me the ways of the jedi. I cared more about him more than anyone.

On one mission against the Sith I was forced to watch my Drox die. What I didn't know at the time was that it was all faked and that my jedi Master lived. This was my first turn toward the dark side.

My next encounter with the Sith was when I was fully turned. The man who 'killed' Drox told me the truth about Drox and my parents, that Drox had killed my parents and wanted to kill me. At first I didn't believe him, but I knew what he spoke was the truth. My heart filled with hatred for my old master and the Jedi. He also told me that Drox was alive.

I decided that it was my destiny to kill Drox and become an enemy of the Jedi.


Death:
250 Words Max
My mouth formed a thin smirk as I watched the temple burn. One of the great Jedi temples have fallen and it was all thanks to me. Not a single jedi could make it out of there alive. Next to me my love, Mella watched me proudly. She was the one I trusted. There was no one I trusted like I trusted Mella. She was the only one who understands me. Carefully I held her hand, not wanting to hold her to tight. She was like porcelain, so fragile.

"I am going to go check on the kids all right?" She whispered to me. I nodded and she got up and I heard her steps leave the room. I continued to stare out the window of the spaceship. It was the perfect view of the burning temple.

Suddenly the smell of fabric burning came to my attention . The pain came after I realized what was happening. I looked down and saw the blade of the lightsaber running threw my chest. Than it was pulled out. My chair was turned around so I could see my attacker. There standing with my red lightsaber was my love, Mella. Tears were running down her cheeks.

"I am sorry. I was scared for myself and my children. Please understand Zev. You are not the man I fell in love with." She said as she cried. I closed my eyes and I forgave her. I hated her, but I had to forgive her. "Good-bye Zev."

Fate
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What should have happened to your character if fate had not pulled them to Serendipity. Do they have a god, religion or other beliefs? What happened to those they left behind? This is your chance to add a little more to your entry.

If I had not been lucky enough to go to Serendipity I would have been put in my worlds version of hell, called Chaos. It is the place where dark side users go once they die. I would be stuck there wandering around aimlessly for centuries. I would have spent the time looking back at my mistakes and wonder if I was born evil or turned evil.

Mella and my children would be hidden by the jedi, who would protect them even though I was the one who killed their kind. Of course as I suffered in Chaos I would never know that they were safe.

I would have wondered about the jedi. Was there a Sith out there who would have taken up my task and finish off the jedi. To myself I would have hoped that no one would have followed in my steps.

Of course history is destained to repeat itself. A young sith would have eventually summoned me from chaos and ask for my help. Wanting one more chance to destroy the jedi I would have agreed.

Character Name
Kairu
Stats: Age is 23, sex is female. Her strengths are mostly involved with playing with peoples' minds, and convincing and persuading them into doing things they wouldn't normally do. Weaknesses are distanced battles, and money.
Race: Human
World Setting: Kairu is from a world where there are rogues everywhere; black markets and secret passages connected the population. Every rogue had a bounty on their head, and by capturing/killing them and bringing them to a collection office, one could earn money. But, of course, all of this was against the law, and was done in secrecy.


About your character
Kairu, during life and death, is a feisty and well muscled bounty hunter, who craves and loves money. She indulges herself in cash and weapons, killing whoever may stand in her way to getting her payment. Her favorite murdering tools are driving people to suicide, playing with their minds, and decapitating them.
Kairu basically is a person of seven deadly sins, her most prominent being greed.

Death:
Kairu was never one for completing her responsibilities if they didn't earn her money. This trait eventually killed her. Kairu got involved with a gang called the 'Roses', who blackmailed and tortured citizens and rogues to no end. She did her missions, killing people and earning her pay, being quite content with herself, until a more experience bounty hunter stepped into the spotlight of the gang. The leader decided that Kairu was no longer needed, and sent out his best assassins to murder her. She put up a good fight, but eventually one of them cut off her head with a sharp blade. That is why, in Serendipity, she has stitches on her neck.

Fate
Kairu was a firm believer in the deadly ways of the 'Rogue Code'. Rule one states that one may dedicate themselves to murdering and greed, and be rewarded when they die with their true desire, whether they know what it is or not. She only had enemies, leaving behind people who despised and hated her, and for Kairu, that was wonderful. She yearned to be fought and hated, she loved it when people shouted and screamed at her in rage. One could call her a sadist and a masochist, all in one. She loved pain and inflicting pain on others.

Sebastian

Stats: His age is unkown to him. He is relatively fast and and able fighter. He has all the skills required of a theif and then some. He is strong, and arrogant. He has an air of sarcasm that most tend to find unappealing.
Race: Human
World Setting: Sebastian has lived in many places, but currently resides within the Alabaster Sands north of the Nestis Empire. (My world is a big one. o.o)


About your character

Sebastian is an immortal man with no concept of time as the living know it. He doesn't remember being born, and he has yet to die. He can't tell you how long he's been alive, but he can recall the last 700 years. He's lived many places, but was unable to find a true home until he came upon a village hidden deep within the Alabaster Sands. The village is surrounded by a circular mountain range that protects it from the frequent sand storms. The village was home to band of Pirates and they welcomed him in. Finally finding acceptance and something worth protecting, Sebastian became a Pirate himself and the captain of a ship that he has piloted for 200 years. His ship is called the Chariot. It is an airship that he, along with his crew, use to pilage supplies for the village. He is famous now... Everywhere people speak of the legend of the Blue Angel, a name he aquired over the years, and his Chariot.

Sebastian doesn't know if there are others like him.. But he often wonders about the possiblility. He is drawn to the sky in his quiet moments of repose.

Death:

He wasn't sure where he was now, but the images that had been twisted into his mind alarmed him, and for the first time in a long time, he was aware of his own beating heart. The battle had been one he had seen coming, but it was still a bit of a surprise. The ship launched from the port it had occupied in a bit of a rush. They were being persued again, and this time the target was not him, as it usually was, but the Chariot itself. Why aim for a man that could not die? Instead, the logical choice is to aim for something he holds dear. His ship and his crew.
The wind whipped through azure and onyx locks as the captain of the ship stood on the deck, facing the enemy fleet with a stern gaze. This would be a hard fought battle indeed. All he needed to do was protect the ship and the lives onboard... For one that could not die, it was the least he could do. It was then that he cast his last spell. An impenetrable armor covered the Chariot as the fleet from Nestis began to fire on them. The magic hit the ship and exploded, but did not cause any harm to her haul.

Fate

Being that he is immortal, he would have drifted in the ocean for some time before eventually finding his way back to a shoreline somewhere. From there, he would attempt to make it back home, all of this encompassing about a years time. Those he left behind, his crew and Sehara, a woman who was his first mate on his ship would undoubtadly mourn his passing and attempt to move on. The Chariot would remain docked until Sehara decided to take her out again. She would mourn his passing most. Even though she wouldn't ever have admitted it to him, she did love her Captain. Now that he's gone she regrets not having said those three little word to him..

Lurp

• Age: 75 (equivalent to a human in their late 30's, early 40's)
  
• Sex: Female (in her true form) androgynous when shifting (prefers male forms, but will use female too).
  
• Strengths: Shape-shifting. Can digest almost anything. Incredible survival instincts. Immune to poison and certain magics.
  
• Weaknesses: Elemental magics, especially fire; Helpless in true form; Always weighs 165 pounds no matter what she is, whether it be dragon or mouse; Must revert to true form regularly.
  
• Race: Arvul (tribal, nomadic shape-shifters believed to be imaginary.)
  
• World Setting: Pre-industrial with magic used for day-to-day technology. Historic seafaring city filled with sailors and criminals.

About Lurp

Lurp was born in the spring, when the mountain snows were just beginning to thaw. Her parents named her Hanu. Arvul are born “solid” and gain the ability to shift at sexual maturity. Lurp was captured by humans before she reached this point. When they realized she couldn't shift, instead of killing her they used her for “entertainment,” leaving her physically and emotionally scarred.

Continuing human aggressions pushed Lurp's people into retaliating. Lurp was discovered during the chaos and “rescued” but when her people realized she had been “defiled” she was declared “kir j'aal” (“without heart/soul”) and banished by their leader, her beloved.

As soon as she could shift, Lurp took revenge on her original captors. Afterwards Lurp learned to survive in the human world. She worked as a thief and a prostitute, scraping by and hating all humans, especially men. She'd long since forgotten her real name, so one of her fellow rogues named her “Lurp” for the sound she made when shifting.

One day, she got trapped in a cave-in with a human male named Will. She tried but failed to kill him, too weak in her true form. To her shock Will helped her disguise herself and never told anyone her secret. After saving each other's lives a couple times they fell in love.

Despite difficulties in their relationship, they became mercenaries together. Will taught Lurp how to fight without shifting, and Lurp used her powers to protect Will.


Death:

“I think we lost 'em.” Will whispered.

Lurp didn't answer, watching the torchlight cast strange shadows on the catacomb walls. She'd felt better when they knew where the mages pursuing them were, even if it had been too close for comfort. “I told you we shouldn't take this job,” she finally whispered. Mages meant trouble. Neither she nor Will could use magic.

“No worries, Shifty,” Will responded, using his pet name for her. “We'll get through this same as ever.”

Lurp huffed, then froze. There were footsteps outside the narrow passage they were hiding in. As fire flared across the opening, they turned and ran the opposite way. Unfortunately, another mage was there, waiting. He drew back his hands and sent flames directly INTO the passage. Without thinking, Lurp shoved herself in front of Will, stretching to shield him.

She'd acted on instinct, so the pain came as a surprise. It was like nothing she'd ever known. When the spell passed, she felt herself falling backward, disintegrating as she reverted to true form. One of her legs was completely gone and half her torso, the edges melted and oozing. The mage's shock at the sight gave Will enough time to plant his partisan solidly in his chest.

Then Will was back at her side. “Stay with me, Shifty. Stay with me!” Lurp couldn't answer.

“Darlin' you hafta...”

The last thing Lurp saw was Will's face through the rising mist of her own golden blood.


Fate

Lurp had always known Will would die first. Afterall, his people lived till 45 at best and hers, 200. But she'd never expected it to be so soon. They'd gotten separated in all the fighting, and by the time she found him it was too late. She knelt beside him, but he was already gone. She didn't even get to hold him in her arms as he died.

Lurp raised her head, howling with pain and loss. Her howls grew louder until she had no more tears to accompany them. Then she gathered up Will's body, and shifted around it, becoming a giant storm wolf. She cocooned his body inside her, protecting it from all further harm until she could get to safety.

Though fire terrified her, she lit his funeral pyre with her own two hands, and watched as he burned. Then she gathered up his ashes and ran through days and nights, carrying them to his beloved homeland where his ashes could be returned to the earth.

Eventually she returned home to Hanghorse, the city where she and Will had lived together. Because Will had been a sailor and a bartender, she founded a brewery, “The Silver Sailor,” in his honor. She had joined Will's religion long ago, and now she became devout in the hopes that someday she might be allowed into his heaven.

So she lived out the remainder of her days, alone, but with her memories.

Devaena Syndri
Stats:

• Age: Just shy of her 5th millennia (4,802 to be exact, 'loth promotions take a long time)
  
• Sex: Hermaphrodite, prefers female forms.
  
• Strengths: Cunning, Deceptive, Manipulative, Ambitious, Skilled Fighter, Mercenary, and Negotiator, Fiendish strengths and immunities.
  
• Weaknesses: Her higher ups, sods she's screwed over who lived to tell the tale, Magical cold, Fiend weaknesses

Race: Nycaloth, a four-armed yugoloth (neutral evil fiend) with a gigantic, gargoylesque frame and dog-like face covered in emerald scales. Poses as a human or half-fiend warrioress.
World Setting: Born/lives in Oinos, first layer of the Gray Waste of Hades (DnD cosmology/Planescape).


About your character
Spawned from the very essence of Hades itself, Devaena has in general lived the life that most yugoloths expect to live: fighting in the Blood War, tempting mortals, betraying enemy and ally alike, and slowly but surely moving up the ladder of progression by spreading Evil through the multiverse. Unlike other fiends, 'loth promotion is a strictly linear path. Each lesson must be learned, and each form must be experienced fully to move on to the next. Devaena has moved through seven such promotions to earn her current spot as a nycaloth, a master of espionage and political intrigue.

Needless to say there have been several bumps along the way. The one burned most deeply into her long memory was a scheme during her time in her second form where she decided to mother a brood of young 'loths with another 'loth of her rank, a plan which nearly ended her life after her 'mate' left her cut open and bleeding with her voracious larvae youngling. She's not sure what happened to either after she escaped, but always hoped they were dead.

In her time as a Nycaloth, Devaena has accomplished much from the founding of her mercenary band, The Forgotten, to the negotiation of potentially the first Baatezu-Tanar'ri contract in the Blood War (the Baatezu (devils) and Tanar'ri (demons) hate each other as much as they hate the Celestials and are the two factions of the Blood War). She is currently lined up to receive an early promotion to Arcanaloth.


Death:
It was probably her own fault for not carefully rooting out what happened to her 'mate' after he left her for dead and making absolutely sure with her own hands that 'he' would never get the chance to double cross her again.

Today was when her years of petitioning for promotion would pay off. Today she was going to undergo the ritual to become an arcanaloth. The surgeries involved were brutal, but she would never get to see them to completion for about the time they were removing her extra arms and the wings from her back, she felt an impossible tug at her very essence. In an instant later she was transported and found herself in the middle of a heated battle on Carceri, the prison plane which the 'loths were trying to expand into. She only got a glimpse of her summoner, a jackal-headed arcanaloth with feral, amber eyes, but she knew him immediately as the dergholoth she'd once mated with so long ago.

She wanted nothing more than to go rip him limb from limb, weakened and bleeding though she was. He would've known she was about to gain her promotion (arcanaloths being the record keepers for the 'loths after all) and though it made her smile a little that she was enough of a threat he didn't want to see her achieve his same rank, it nonetheless left her in an impossible predicament. Unfortunately for Devaena, she'd never get past the gehreleth army to end him...


Fate
Had the ritual not been interrupted, Devaena would have completed her promotion to the rank of Arcanaloth and become one of the infernal scribes who controlled the contracts and negotiations of the Blood War. She would've been well on her way to the first of her goals, becoming an ultraloth, one of the Faceless Ones, and wielding real power in Gehenna and Hades. Perhaps one day she would have even realized her ambition of seizing the Siege Malicious for herself and taking the throne of the Oinoloth, the co-leader of her kind. Or perhaps she would have eventually been the one behind the throne pulling the Oinoloth's strings herself, either would have suited her.

Had she been anywhere but Carceri or her home planes when she died, she would've reformed over the course of a decade or two, a menial time to a fiend, and then immediately ended her 'mate' permanently as soon as she found the opportunity to do so. She would've went on to petition for her promotion again eventually, but dying would have been a definite setback.

Had Devaena not been pulled to Serendipity, she would have been dead for good, her existence snuffed out, her essence re-merging with the planes. Eventually another mezzoloth would've been born to take her place, but it wouldn't have been her, had any of her memories, or carried any of her consciousness. Devaena, like any fiend killed on one of their home planes, would have simply ceased entirely to exist.