I am sure, over time, I shall gather up quiet a few Pockettu. It's a trend with me when I get attached to a shop and all. I will do my best to keep things orderly and easy to read through. If you want to RP with me feel more then welcome to PM me. I never say no ^_^
Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 4:43 am
Name Beeza Species Demon Type OC Mate Mulcifer Offspring Acacia, Azraefel, Amducias, ??? Breedings Left: 0 Personality Quick to anger, Beeza can be easily provoked into a fight. He can, at times, seem to be quiet the charmer. Beeza prefers to 'seduce' others using the 'friend' approach. Meaning he does not come in hot and heavy with words and actions. He takes the time to get the feel for his target. After all, someone whom you have won the trust and admiration of tends to give themselves to you more often then someone who may feel that things went way too fast. Having the situation turned around on him often leaves Beeza feeling uncertain and confused. As a lesser demon he doesn't believe others would honestly have a interest in him, so they must be after something. Just like he is after something from them. This uncertainty leads to Beeza pulling away if things seem to be getting too serious, mostly out of fear that he's opened himself up to being manipulated and used.
Pockettu History
Beeza remembers being hatched from his capsule. He remembers the large human who was generally kind to him. However he disliked the fact he was just one of a multitude this human owned. Dismayed by the fact he received no favoritism (After all just look at him! he's adorable!) Beeza packed up his things and wandered off to find a place where he could receive more recognition. Or at the very least feel like he was not just one more piece in a larger collection.
Beeza met a dragon named Roland and was immediately impressed by his aura of confidence. The two of them hung around a bit, and as a result a pair of capsules were created. At first Beeza was thrilled. He envisioned strong and intimidating offspring that would take places in Pockettu society as beings of power. Instead..He has a very sweet daughter that he can't bare the thought of pushing to do things she doesn't want to. And a violent son that keeps trying to kill him. Beeza has assumed that -maybe- demon and dragon blood does not make a good mix after all. He's side stepped a bit from Roland, knowing the dragon will be just fine on his own. After all, Roland is one hell of a impressive dragon!
After parting ways, Beeza has been incredibly fortunate enough to cross paths with a demon named Mulciber. While unsure at firstif the demon was even really interested in him, Beeza has rather happily relocated into the others doll house attic. It's comfy and safe, and Mulciber seems interested enough in keeping him around.
Powers (All pre-approved by Acy!)
Each living being generates their own sort of life energy. Some call this Soul. Others call it Essence. Beeza merely calls it Power. Beeza possesses the ability to drain off some of this power from a living being with a touch. Normally he only drains a single point of energy from a person, as this small amount of draining is neigh undetectable from his target. Some beings possess far more energy then others, though since it is impossible for Beeza to know exactly how much energy one has, he is very careful only to take minor amounts. Even after he has taken some energy from a person, he still has no idea how much the person possesses or how quickly it will be replenished.
Beeza personally possesses a total of 10 Essence points. If he taps into his own personal essence to use magic, these points are permanently drained from him. Once all ten of them are spent, he no longer has the ability to use magic. So Beeza is very very careful to never use his own essence for his magical abilities.
Thus far, Beeza has only studied and learned three specific magics. Over time he can learn other magical spells (Though I'd rather him learn them by studying with other Pockettu to learn them)
Healing By spending half a point, Beeza can heal minor injuries such as scrapes, cuts, and bruises. By spending a whole point. Beeza can cause broken bones to partly mend, cracked bones to fully mend, gashes and deep stab wounds to seal over. Beeza does not have the skill to cure illness. If he invests multiple healing attempts on a very serious injury he may be able to repair a subjects body. However the expenditure of power points doubles when attempting to heal something beyond his normal range of healing. EXE- The reattachment of a severed limb. Beeza would need to use 2 points just to rejoin the bone, then another 2 points to fuse the muscle and flesh. Costing him a total of 4 power points to attach the limb. No matter the amount of power he uses, Beeza is incapable of reattaching a severed head though!
Fireball By spending a power point, Beeza can create a fist sized fireball. The ball has no physical substance to it, so when thrown, the resulting explosion is only heat and flame, though flame can catch other things on fire and heat can deal damage as well.
Sword Summon By spending half a power point, Beeza can summon a dark angellic blade into his hand. This blade is a part of Beeza's own being as the offspring of a Fallen. Since he is not a full blooded Fallen however, he needs to spend some of his magical energy in order to call it forth. This blade is a long red serrated sword with a golden hilt. It is light in weight, allowing him to swing the sword with a bit quicker speed. When Beeza is finished using the sword, he can mentally dismiss it without spending any more power points.
(Unavailable for RP) Name Pix Pyan Species Naga Type OC Mate Yaxha Greenwater (He IS SO!) Offspring Seleni, Omeco Breedings Left: 1 Personality Rather upbeat and playful. Pix finds a lot to be happy about over simple and small things. However, do not be misled by his boyish charm. Pix is still a serpent at heart and often views anything smaller then himself a potential meal. (Keep the Mini's AWAY! gonk ) Pix has a strong 'pack' mentality. Or Gang if you will. He latches onto his 'leader' and is strangely devoted to a fault. Nothing becomes more important then keeping his Leader happy, and Pix's own sense of self worth hinges directly on how pleased his Leader is with him. Currently Pix has identified Yaxha as his Leader and...well... more!
Pockettu History There is not much to say really. When Pix first rolled out of his capsule it was thought that somehow it got too hot and his legs had melted together. However, after witnessing the happy little snake boy wiggling around painlessly, and attempting to eat anything smaller then him, it was discovered he wasn't lame. He was just a tiny bit scary. Pix has spent most of his pockettu life alone, watching other two legged pockettu going about their lives. A random encounter had him cross paths with Yaxha, a iguana pockettu, whom Pix attached himself to. Pix spends nearly every moment he has attempting to be near to Yaxha. he worries constantly that someone is either going to eat or steal the other boy away.
With Yaxha slowly becoming more acceptable of Pix's slightly clingy nature, it did not surprise Pix (too much) when a pair of capsules turned up in their lives. Pix finds this as some sort of sign that he is exactly where he should be. Yaxha is his life mate, even if all they will do is casually hug. Pix simply loves Yaxha for being a strong and stable person in his life.
Powers None, unless you count the ability to swallow Pockettu sized apples whole and spring like a coil ten inches through the air. BTW- Pix doesn't like apples.
*It should be noted that the OC History below is just the origin story from where the character was based from. It does not have a actual part in the characters history here in Pockettu. The story below takes place in another world entirely. For Pockettu Pix's actual history, please refer to the Pockettu
One of twelve. Pix was once one of twelve little nagalings. He remembers the warmth and safety he felt. He remembers the love he felt, with all eleven of his brothers coiled together. Giggling and hugging. Licking and tickling. He remembered the shiny eyes and the soft scales. He remembered the content and the sure feeling of belonging. As far as he could remember, there had only been one parent in his life. A slender and graceful pink naga with green markings. He remembered his parent coiled around him and his siblings. Tickling them with little licks, stroking their backs to calm them to sleep. Singing soft songs when they got too riled up. Kissing each accidental bite booboo before releasing them back to resume their rough and tumble play.
These brief happy memories are buried however, under the memory of how it all came to an end. A strange naga appeared within their nursery. White as the cloudy sky and with yellow eyes that bore such hatred they seemed to burn upon meeting his gaze. Pix remembers the horrified squeals and screams of his siblings. He remembers the panicked scattering of his brothers, and the dark mocking words of their attacker.
Pix, by far the smallest of the clutch, managed to squeeze himself into the heating grate of his room. His mind was seared with the horrifying images of his brothers caught and eaten by the stranger. Helpless and screaming for their mother each. His heart was rent with a pain he was too young to understand or handle. Pix used the vent to escape into another room. Even there the cries of his brothers could still be heard, muted though they were. Pix fled his home, stumbling out into a world so large and terrifying in compare to the warmth and safety of his nursery.
So young, he was far too afraid to return to his home. Far too young to realize his parent would not be able to find him, as how would he know he had survived? Pix wandered in terror, squeaking for his parent when he dared, and hiding from the world in general. Finally he found himself a sewer drain, a place small where he felt at least a little bit safer. There he nested, in the filth and cold. Pix struggled to feed himself, as he had not developed proper hunting skills yet. He made do in eating the creeping bugs and sick rodents that he found in the refuse.
Pix survived by eating the scraps that came his way. As he grew larger, he was forced to leave the sewer to find a new place to nest. In order to survive, he attempted to integrate himself into various street gangs with mixed results. While Pix did benefit from the safety of belonging to a gang, he often found himself at the 'bottom' as it were in the order. Abused at times by the other members, Pix learned to either get in 'friendly' with one of the stronger members...or to get violent and aggressive. He learned to fight to defend himself as he preferred the latter over the former. He learned to fight to place himself in a position of dominance, so others would not challenge him. In the end though Pix tended to either leave a gang (Which made him a target for the members to attack at will) or was kicked out due to offending a 'friend' of the leader.
Pix's lifestyle forced him to learn to steal and con when he could manage. Cloths and food being the most important things for his survival. He began to break into empty homes and buildings just to wash or sleep for the night. It has not yet occurred to him to take anything more then he needed at the time from whatever home he invaded. His short sightedness more a result of his lack of education and training then anything else.
Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:43 am
Name: Espia Species: Jester Type: Limited Mate: -None- Breedings Left: 1 (Claimed for Babydoll) Offspring: Zevneia, Victorietta Personality: First impression would be to say she is clownish. Espia always seems to be doing something. Walking on her hands, attempting to climb something or balance walk across something, performing slight of hand tricks, or just bouncing on her toes. Espia always seems to be smiling, or hiding a smile. However she is also apt at misdirection. Like her hand tricks, she uses her gleeful smile and playful antics to hide whatever her true motive is. From picking your pocket, to slipping you something in your drink, or just messing with you for the fun of it.
It should be noted that Espia does not talk. She get's her point across by using sign language, using hand gestures, or miming what she is attempting to communicate. She -has- been heard to laugh, leading many to believe Espia can speak, she just does not. When Espia was first learning about her chosen god Venezia, she made a personal vow of sacrifice in his name. Espia surrendered her Voice to Venezia. What this means is that, while she retains her ability to speak, Espia only uses her voice when lauding or praying to Venezia. (Course this does not stop her from laughing or making other small sounds. As laughter is one of the traits attributed to a carnival, which is her gods domain!)
History: Not much to report yet. Espia played very minor bit parts in the first and second Pockettu War. In each she suffered devastating defeats that left her broken and in need of some serious time recovering.
Powers: -None ATM. Perhaps someday her loyal worship will grant her something. But as of now she has no powers to speak of other then being a nuisance -
Name: Silk Species: Base Type: Edited Mate: Jangles Offspring: -None- Personality: At first glance Silk will seem like the sweetest and most harmless pockettu you can ever meet. He hides his face shyly behind his hands and ribbons. Avoids large crowds, and generally tries to be pleasing. This is only one side of Silk however. Silk is fanatically devoted to Venezia, and as a evil god you know there has to be a catch with Silk. Silk applies himself in worship by attempting to confuse or misdirect others. While you may find him utterly harmless and trustworthy, Silk will end up leading you in circles. Trying to find the bathroom? Silk will lead you around every hint and sign of where they may be. Looking for the exit? Silk will point you down side paths with gates that only lead to dead ends or back into the heart of the carnival. He'll do it all with a smile. Apologizing and offering excuses for his failure. He'll even burst into tears...but in the end? Your still in the carnival... and he'll do his best to ensure you never leave.
Notes:* Silk has spent nearly his entire life in the carnival. He has no other home then the colorful tents, no family other then the performs that he knows. Silk developed into a ribbon dancer as part of a way to cope with his social anxiety, Ochlophobia. By making himself stand out from the crowd, he gains a sense of peace and is able to take a better handle on his situation. Silk has no problem with the lights and noise of the carnival. In actuality he feels a great deal of love for the mingled sounds of laughter, talking, and general happiness the pervades the carnival. It is just the crowds. The large mobs of people that group and seem to condense into a uncontrollable mass. Silk feels tiny and insignificant in such situations.
So Silk dances. With eyes drawn on him, he can feel the crowd part and he feels as if he shines for a while. It alleviates his feeling of insignificance. At this point and time. Silk still tends to hide shyly from most people, though he hopes to make some more friends soon.
*Silk lives in a little pull behind camper, which he uses to follow the carnival around when it moves. His camper is terribly small, and the stove does not work due to the fact he never has any propane to hook up to it. But it is his home and he's very proud of it. He's currently allowed Iggy to share the camper with him, as the poor reptile boy seems so down on his luck that Silk would have felt horrible ignoring his problems. Silk's converted the drop down table into a permanent bed for Iggy, and has decided it's not so bad letting the other pockettu live there with him.
* During the War with the Cursed, Silk threw himself into combat. He was determined to prove his dedication to Venezia. As a result, he got his tiny silk covered butt kicked on a constant basis. Yet with each defeat, Silk learned something a bit more about combat. His self confidence has grown and he has learned some better battle tactics. When the next battle comes, as he is certain it will, Silk feels like he is better prepared to help grant his Lord victory.
* By random chance, Silk crossed paths with Jangles. A fellow worshiper of Venezia and a bit more odd then the normal pockettu. Silk tended to some of his wounds during the second war and found himself shyly flirting with Jangles. Silk has begun to hope maybe the other male likes him.
Powers: None!
Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:08 am
Name: Seleni Greenwater Species: Naga/Iguana Hybrid Type: Breeding Family: Pix Pyan, Yaxha Greenwater, Omeco Mate: Dating Qiao (trinkuh) Offspring: -None- Personality: A savvy and chic sort of gal. She has a good sense of humor and is always up for a flirty chat. She likes to talk with customers and get to know them one on one.
History: One of the daughters created by Pix and Yaxha. She adores her parents and has had a very happy childhood. Her sister she thinks is cuter then she is, but it doesn't stop her from adoring her too.
As a grown up young lady, Seleni has decided to follow in her father Yaxha's footsteps. As a result she's opened a small but cozy little tea house where she can happily serve customers and just chat.
Note! (Seleni is a Vegetarian! Meaning she only cares for fresh fruits and vegetables. She doesn't even like a little milk in her tea, though honey seems acceptable.)
Name: Zevneia Species: Were-Jester Type: Breeding Family: Espia, Auguste, Victorietta, ??? Mate: Plotted- Rainard Offspring: -None- Personality: A rather quirky male He is a thief that can't seem to keep his hands to himself. He wants to know whats in your pockets! With his floofy tail and wings, Zevneia does -not- like getting wet. He thinks he smells like wet dog, something not very attractive at all! It should be noted that Zev is a very playful sort of guy, and so easily distracted too! Things that wiggle are of deep interest to him, as are birds and mice!
History: One of the first children created by Espia and Auguste. While he has had absolutely no contact at all with his father, his mother Espia raised him to be acrobatic and something of a thief. As she does not speak, he has learned sign language in order to converse with her.
As an adult Zev has left the proverbial nest. He currently lives...like a hobo. He sleeps in tree's or atop carnival food stands that are closed for the night. He hunts down mice and birds that come to pick at popcorn and corndog sticks. For the most part he seems very comfortable and satisfied with his way of life. When it rains he takes shelter in one of the closed rides. It hasn't occurred to him to invest in anything long term yet.
* During the Second War, Zevnia crossed paths with a unusual warrior. He fought but as far as Zev can tell, he didn't fight for any God. It was weird, and he lost to him. Since then Zev has snuck around the forest looking for the weird stranger. Instead of finding him, he came across another pockettu who has many similarities to this warrior. So...of course, it makes sense that Zev has taken delight in stalking this male.
Powers: None!
Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 3:08 am
(Unavailable for RP) Name: Alakvylld Oussar Species: Drider Type: OC Family: -None- Mate: -None- (Spinneret?) Offspring: -None- Personality: A wicked and manipulative pockettu. Alak can get extremely obsessed with things that gain his interest. A certain book, a piece of jewelry, someones apple pie... His mind becomes distracted by his need to have this or that object.
History: Hatched from a capsule, Alakvyld has spent most of his time lurking in the underground city of Antarmur'ss. He has met a drowish sort of female named Spin. While he won't deny she is attractive, he still has enough of a sense of wariness not to try and pounce on her as his own claim.
Alakvyld has considered making a claim of his own in the city, but likes the mobility he has right now. It makes him feel safe and secure. Once he starts to gather prized possessions this is sure to change.
Powers: Can skitter over surfaces like a normal spider might. (Can't make webs though.)
Name: Azraefel Von Blitz Species: Demon Dragon Type: Breeding Family: Roland, Beeza, Aca Mate: Basir Offspring: Azar, Barae Personality: A jealous, violent, b*****d. Azraefel does not take no for an answer when he'd decided that something is going to happen. He is still quiet young, despite having fully matured physically. Azraefel is full of energy and has a over abundance of Maleness driving him. He leaps into battle at the slightest opening, takes extreme delight in toying with the loser after they are unconscious, and thus far seems more interested in impressing his father Roland then winning the approval of any peers. Azraefel feels that because he has dragon blood in him, he is superior to all other pockettu (Unless they are full dragon of course) Azraefel has not yet hit the stage where gold and treasure are a driving force in his life. Though he never grew out of his 'Mine' phase. Anything that Azraefel has determined belongs to him, he will protect and snarl about if anyone tries to take it away. Mine things can include some of the treasure both his fathers gave him to start off his little hoard, candy that he has stock piled for nibbling on, books that have caught his curiosity, pictures that have interesting things on them. Oh..and random pockettu when he can manage to keep them tied up. >.>
History: One of the first children created by Beeza and Roland! Azraefel remembers the sound of Beeza's voice as his capsule was shaken, dropped, kicked, and turning uncomfortable temperatures. As such he has a deep resentment towards this one father. He attacked him several times with no provoking and has did his best to drive him away as a baby. His sister he had mentally claimed as his own..sort of. (Though he seems to have accepted the fact he can't own her, but woe be to anyone that picks on his sister!) She is pretty and in his mind extremely lucky she has all dragony aspects and was not born looking like a demon, as he was. He even wears shoes to hide the fact he has hooves instead of claws like Roland. To Azraefel, she is precious and he wants to make certain no one steals her (So watch out any future boyfriends ._.'' ) Azraefel has never once attempted to disobey or upset Roland. he remembers a time of hearing the others voice when his capsule was warm and safe. As such he could even be said to love Roland, though he'd never admit it aloud. Azraefel strives to impress his dragon father, and is always keen to play up the fact he has dragon in him, while omitting that he has demon of course.
To date, Azraefel has determined that Basir belongs to him. He enjoys the struggles that the 'lesser' demon goes through when he decides to play with him. Plus he's just fun to knock around. Azraefelhas come to the conclusion that Basir will be his mate. With his white coloring, red hair, alluring horns, and that beautiful gold chain dangling from his neck he determined Basir to be a perfect mate. Even if he has to settle for the fact he's a demon and not a dragon.
Azraefel joined in the little clan battle between the Mouri and Chosokabe. Since Azraefel detests water, he chose the Mouri clan. Plus, of the two of them it seemed the Mouri had better discipline and he assumed he'd learn better combat skills on their side. Azraefel has no delusions of sticking around afterwards, he figures this is just a good opportunity to take advantage of someone with skills without embarrassing himself by asking for lessons. His favorite beat up target is a black skinned boy with vibrant pink and purple hair (Darsh). He's gone two rounds with him and won each. The first time he bite and clawed Darsh up, then scratched a unpleasant message into his chest, along with his own name. The second time he beat Darsh, Azraefel was feeling rather bad from his own beating. So he merely bound and gagged the boy, dragged him home, and used him as a mattress. Flopping him onto his little hoard and sleeping on top of him. Which was far more comfortable then you'd think. >.>
Powers: Fire breath, Azraefel can blow little purple flames from his mouth. Though they are hardly more powerful then a lighter at the moment. Azraefel needs more practice before they will get stronger.
RP log: Wanna meet him?
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:41 pm
(Unavailable for RP) Name: Jarlyn Tebdiirn Species: Drider Type: Game Family: -None- Mate: -None- (Cerulean?) Offspring: -None- Personality: Jarlyn seems surly and standoffish, but has a very noble heart. He believes in only attacking to protect things one values.
History: Jarlyn has little in the way of history right now. He's trained to be a ninja and is skilled with his swords and throwing stars. He wanders the world of Pockettu and wonders what is outside the walls of their world. He dislikes the large human creatures that often gawk at him and his kind.
Powers: None. Jarlyn has a natural ability to crawl up and over surfaces (Except glass)
(Unavailable for RP) Name: Dr. Vizeral Bloodlust Species: Unknown Type: Edited Mate: Ersatz Offspring: Placebo, Behelf Personality: Horrifically nightmarish fetishist frightening. Vizeral is -not- a certified doctor or scientist. The only thing he is certified is criminally insane. He enjoys provoking pain and terror in others, and delights in being in control. Vizeral suspects he might be a demon of some sort, but has never had enough interest in finding out. His favorite past times include abduction, torture, and feasting on the blood of the innocent.
History: Bam. He was there. Created in the pockettu world, Vizeral only gave a few seconds of thought as to where he came from before he focused more on where he was going. Vizeral carries a multitude of scalpels and needles in his scientist jacket. He claims he is a scientist and attempts to collect 'samples' of blood and flesh from those he comes across. In truth all he is doing is inflicting pain on others. He takes the blood and smears it across blank pages of a scrap book. He flattens and presses the skin cuttings between the pages like insects or plants. Then in very tiny and perfect print he documents names, appearances, and what sort of fun he had with the 'subject'. This macabre scrap book is kept hidden of course, in the fear of someone destroying his memento's of fun.
Vizeral's past experiences have taught him something profoundly unpleasant however. He has no sense of feeling for pain or pleasure. He has been kicked and punched, but feels no pain from it. He has been stroked and kissed, but has gained no sense of enjoyment from it either. This lack of physical feeling gnaws at him, perhaps fueling his aggression to inflict pain on others, as he can not feel it himself. Why he has chosen to pursue the path of pain over pleasure remains a unanswered question.
In some twisted act of fate, Ersatz just seemed to appear in Vizerals life. he's not quite sure when it happened either. he just...was there. He doesn't question the other mad man's clinging though, as he has found Ersatz a willing accomplice in his 'experiments'. In fact, he'd say he was almost like a live in lab partner...whom created offspring with him... Vizeral can't recall when that happened either but...apparently it did.
Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 12:02 pm
Name: Villafus Moore Species: Fairy Type: Edited Mate: None Offspring: Verona, ??? Personality: A silver tongued male who enjoys laying it on a little thickly. He appreciates a good looking woman, but he appreciates a woman who will let him be himself all the more. Villafaus is not a fighter in the least, and he's not exactly a lover either. He does enjoy being bold, but backs down when he feels he has met someone who is more then his match. He is easily stirred to envy, be it over attention or possessions. He actively seeks out females that might prove to be possible mates, but resists any returned attention beyond more then a chaste kiss.
History: Villafaus awoke from his creation and at first felt pride. He had beautiful hair, amazing wings, and was dressed so stylishly he felt he should have been the envy of all pockettu. Then...he saw the others...and realized there were some with hair far nicer then his own. With physical attributes that made his gossamer wings look silly...and with outfits that filled his very heart with the desire to steal them.
Villafaus wandering a bit. As he had no desire to find a job for himself. He deteses physical labor. Being of average intelligence and containing no mystical powers, he found himself frustrated in his pursuits for physical wealth. Then a grand opportunity arose with the revelation of the Goddess of the Fae. Villafaus appealed to her for a position that promised to offer him more then he had thought possible. Villafaus has become a Unseelie Advisor to the Goddess, and now lives within her domain.
Name: Barae Von Blitz Species: Demon/Dragon Hybrid Type: Breeding Mate: (Rinji pending) Offspring: -None- Personality: While Barae knows that he is a male physically, he feels like a female inside. He enjoys ribbons, flowers, and pretty things. Barae has a slightly sensitive emotional state, as he can easily be brought to tears. Yet at the same time he can easily be cheered up. Barae does not lack a backbone however. He will stand up and protect himself when it calls for it. Though deep inside he really just wants a big strong dominate man to scoop him up and carry him off for lots and lots of snuggles heart
History: Barae has lived with the disapproval of his father from the moment he revealed his 'weakness'. While his 'mother' has encouraged him to show a bit of spine and stand up for himself, he has always given him the comfort he needed when distressed. His brother...is a jerkface. A barbarian butthead. But he loves him. Though he receives scorn from his brother over being a 'b***h'. Barae forgives him and blames his attitude on their father.
Thus far Barae has focused only on finding someone who will let him cuddle them, as this demon boy craves such attention. Yet his brother Azar is a constant looming threat over any potential boy friends he may seek to make.
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Name: Espia
Name: Silk
Name: Seleni Greenwater
Name: Zevneia
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Name: Azraefel Von Blitz
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Name: Villafus Moore
Name: Barae Von Blitz