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Gaian Name: Fenrys Kijin
Character Name: Wyvern
Character Race: Dragon
Age: 18
Appearance/Attributes: Wyvern is a black dragon, with bright obsidian scales and scarlet mane.

In human form, Wyvern is somewhat tall--around 5' 9"--and pale, with dark kindly eyes. His hair is jet black and reaches his waist. Most of the time it lies tousled all over his face, giving him a somewhat boyish look. He can almost always be seen wearing a burgundy, sleeveless coat. He wears polished black shoulderplates, as well as knee-high black boots. His pants are baggy, and are a shade darker than his coat. Wyvern has a pair of somewhat large black wings protruding from his shoulder blades, betraying his draconic nature.

Like all dragons, Wyvern can use all six elements. However he is only especially adept at using fire, and is uncommonly good at using this particular element. However, his swordsmanship is lacking. Wyvern fights with a single longblade, which is over seven feet in length. He trains every day to become better at using his weapon, and is making steady progress.
Personality: Wyvern could be considered the comic relief at times. He is bold and headstrong. Whenever he works at something, he doesn't stop until it's completed. Wyvern strives to be the best at everything he tries. He has a fiery temper, and a strong sense of justice, which sometimes lands him into trouble. He fights for what he believes is right.
History: Wyvern was born in Celestir, never actually seeing anything of the Great War. He grew up in relatively peaceful times, though the elders around him always whispered tales of fear about him. At an early age, he was found to have uncommon skill with the flame element, and was taught better control over the element from the High Elder in the temple. It was said he had a gift uncommon among other dragons his age. Wyvern's only remaining family member is his brother, Synrai, who was renowned throughout the worlds as a legendary swordsman. Synrai is currently attempting to teach him better swordsmanship.

Gaian Name: Fenrys Kijin
Character Name: Synrai Silverwing
Character Race: Dragon
Age: 153 (appears around 21)
Appearance/Attributes: Synrai is a bluish-black dragon with cerulean eyes and light blue mane. He has a hairline scar that crosses his forehead, over his left eyelid, and above his upper lip.

In human form Synrai looks very much like his brother Wyvern. His long, sleek black hair is usually braided neatly down his back. He is pale, and tall--5'10". His eyes are a bright, cold, listless blue. Synrai wears silver shoulderplates and shinguards over his black leather tunic and pants. His hands are gloved. Synrai's wings are long, thin, and black; however, over the years he has learned to mask them, so that he appears completely human.

Synrai is a master of the dual blades. His attacks are deadly, his speed is astonishing, and his technique is nearly flawless. He always begins any fight, however, with an elemental water attack. Synrai is adept at using both water and ice. He never uses fire.
Personality: Synrai is cold and bleak. Having fought many battles, he has a lot of knowledge about fighting, which he will share when he feels it is important. Otherwise, he keeps silent; except with Wyvern, whom he takes every opportunity to chastise. Despite the fact that he is not overtly friendly, he is very loyal to those he cares about. Like Wyvern, he has a strong sense of justice, but does not go to great lengths to prove himself right, unless someone's life is at stake.
History: Synrai grew up in Celestir, and at an early age came to the world Nathoran, witnessing the neverending battle between the two races of that world. He vowed since coming to that world that he would do everything within his power to stop the fighting. Synrai ended many conflicts, and learned much about military tactics. His inhuman skill with the sword made him a legend amongst the people of Nathoran. It was said that when he swung his swords, they appeared as silver wings on the battlefield. Very few know that he is actually a dragon. Because of his actions, Nathoran became a more peaceful place than it had been. Treaties were negotiated, and for a few years the people prospered. Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, Synrai vanished. The years during his absence saw renewed bloodshed...

It is uncertain where he went after he vanished from Nathoran, but when he heard that he had relations among his people, he returned to Celestir. He came to the Temple late at night, looking dazed and frightened. It was the last time for eighteen years that anyone would see him in dragon form. He would not take to the skies again, for unknown reasons. Some say the fighting wore him thin. Nevertheless, he took it upon himself to help in the training of his brother, Wyvern.

Gaian Name: Fenrys Kijin
Character Name: Axys Mordaen and Cerberus
Character Race: Human Summoner/Tainted
Age: 54/Unknown
Appearance/Attributes: Axys has been bonded to Cerberus for such a long time, that he has begun to look more like a Tainted One than a human. His form still retains its human shape, but his skin has turned a poisonous-looking bluish black. Insectlike armor covers his shoulders, chest, and forearms. His hands have become clawlike. His hair is a wild shade of blonde, and lies short and messy on his head. One eye is black, the other a livid green. Two pairs of insect wings protrude from his back. He uses these for greater maneuverability when fighting. Cerberus--as his name suggests--is a three-headed dragonesque creature. His heads bear some resemblance to a shark's, and his eyes are also bright green. He serves as a mount for Axys, and is about the size of a large horse.
Axys wields a staff, which he uses to channel dark energy. He still knows how to use his original flame element, but rarely does so anymore. Axys's greatest weapon is stealth. He usually hangs around at the back while Cerberus does all the work.
Personality: Axys is slightly insane. He loves the power given to him by the dark magic he uses. Yet he is the completely devoted pawn. He does exactly as he is told, as long as there is something in it for him.
History: Axys spent the first part of his life in his homeworld of Nathoran. He grew up during the years of peace that had come to pass since Lord Silverwing's appearance. As a young man, he aspired to become a great warrior, like the legendary swordsman that had rebuilt his war-torn world. When Synrai suddenly disappeared and conflicts started up again, he felt betrayed and forgotten, as did many other people around him. A few months later, a band of Centauri raided and sacked his village, leaving none alive save him. Gravely wounded, he sat among the ruins, angry with himself for not being strong enough to defend the village. He reasoned that anyone who wanted to retain peace in Nathoran would have to live forever, because the moment they left or died, war would start up again.
"I can give you what you seek." He heard a voice, faint in his head. "What is it that you desire?" Without hesitation, Axys answered, "Immortality." The voice laughed, and gave him instructions as to what to do. Axys said the appropriate words of entrance, and a dark portal opened up before him. He walked into the Void...
Months later, he re-emerged as the Summoner Axys. It is unclear what his purpose is...

Gaian Name: Fenrys Kijin
Character Name: Apollo
Character Race: Ookami
Age: 33
Appearance/Attributes: Apollo has never shifted into his human form, but in his natural form, he appears as a wolf with light tan fur. His left eye is a striking yellow, and his right is a cloudy white. A ragged black scar traces its way around his face in the shape of a moon, which runs through his clouded eye. Apollo has great command of the element, Ice.
Personality: Apollo is silent and watchful. He has a regal aura about him that commands respect, yet also a sadness that defies explanation.
History: Apollo was once the Alpha male of his own pack. He had amassed quite a bit of territory since becoming leader, and had little to fear because his pack was so large. One day Apollo noticed what appeared to be a silver meteor falling from the skies of Orcos, which landed near the mountains at the edge of his territory. Curious, Apollo decided to investigate. There, in the center of a large crater, lay a dragon half-buried in the snow. It looked as though it were gravely ill, and when Apollo prodded it with his nose, it did not stir.

Apollo took pity on the dragon, and in time, his pack was able to nurse it back to health. Still, it would not speak, nor change form. It stayed for a few years, learning the secrets of the Elements of Orcos before vanishing without a trace. Apollo is uncertain where the dragon came from, or where it went. Several months later, his pack was decimated by a Fallen with livid green eyes and its summoner....

Since the attack, Apollo has been tailed by a pack of Fallen that resemble black wolves. Apollo has had little rest in all the years he has been followed. He often follows other packs in search of food scraps. In return for food, he defends the pack from any Fallen attacks in the short time he is with them. Some Ookami recall being saved from certain death at the hands of Fallen by a sudden ice storm. A few have said that they could have sworn that they saw the silhouette of a wolf in the wind.

Gaian Name: Nell_Dreamweaver
Character Name: Tora U'Ariani
Character Race: Centaur
Age: 18
Appearance/Attributes: Tora U'Ariani Her human half is a strong featured woman, heavily armored in lightweight plates of sand colored lightning infused steel produced singularly by her Faction. Not only nearly indestructable it keeps her warm in the darkest night of Nathoran. Her hair is a shocking reddish-blond, the length of which is kept back from her face by a silver clip though some of her layers remain unbound and lie loosely about her face. She has two earrings in each ear that signify the loved ones she witnessed die. Her horse half is a well proportioned mare with the strong, nimble legs of a long distance galloper and her coloring is sandy golden brown. She wears a small set of saddlebags which hang at the back of her human waist to hold her posessions when on the move and which also holster her seldom used crossbow and twin longswords.
Personality: Confident and brash she is controlled tightly by her emotions which she often times has no control over at all. However, when engaged in battle she becomes a wrathful murderer, cold hearted and focused.
History: Tora was born in the aftermath of one of the fierce battles on the southern edge of the plains where the distant glow of sunshine was barely visible, baking the sands of the desert. She learned how to use a sword before she learned to talk and how to command the fires of heaven, her races magic blood of lightning, before she had all her baby teeth. Her father, a well respected man of their Faction, taught her of all the dangers of Nathoran and the evils of the humans who stole the Centauri right to bask in the sunlight and how the Centaur race was cursed to control the essances that they had to battle for on a daily bases. Tora's birth Faction had never been large so everyone had learned to be strong and never count the odds against them. When she lost her father to the sword of his own brother Tora was little more than a child but she challanged her uncle in her furry and paid the price, demeaning herself within the herd and earning a wrathful edge that soakes her swords in blood each time she attacks.

Gaian Name: Nell_Dreamweaver
Character Name: Kokori Kyrie
Character Race: Dragon
Age: 115
Appearance/Attributes: Human Dragon Golden orange scaled with black in Dragon form Kokori is long necked and streamlined, quick in the air and lethal when flying low thanks to her exceptional control of the elements of wind and earth. When in her human form however, she appears as a light skinned brunette who favors a bow and the colors and leather armors of the wilderness in revealing patterns. She is natural adept at hiding her draconic nature but sometimes wears her arched wings for effect.
Personality:Sharp witted she is quick to react but often under thinks the situation and becomes ensnared in her own traps, forcing herself to bend her pride time and time again to ask for help. She is aware of her beauty and likes to toy with human males though she becomes rather shy around Dragon ones.
History: Born happily on Celestir she has only recently decided to travel the worlds and do good where she could. She has learned all she can about hte elements at this stage in her life but has taken a special liking in Earth and Air, finding them incredibly useful when in either form. She has now arrived on Orcos and is attempting to make contact with the less powerful packs in the icy landscape. She does not speak about her home much, content to live in the present but in every place she visits she asks after her missing brother Kovurn, but has little hopes of his survival.

Gaian Name: Nell_Dreamweaver
Character Name: Suriken Ravnkil
Character Race: Fallen
Age: Undead, redead, born dead
Appearance/Attributes: Suriken Swathed fully in dark bindings that hide even his face Suriken is tall lithe and inhumanly endurant. He prides himself in his stealth and evil nature and battles with twisted knives of terrible destructive corroding power with a hearltess disgusting dark joy.
Personality: Evil. Destructive, abusive, corrupt, sick and twisetd. Evil. He fears nothing and relishes nothing more than the fear of others. His crowning achievement is an obscure ability to cloud pure minds with a terrible darkness that forces them to obey him unconditionally. Even if he wishes them dead.
History: Having been summoned from among the fallen by a weak excuse of a summoner he ensnared the imbecile in bonds of darkness and hid it away to rot in a dark place of his choosing while he roamed freely among the worlds to cause as much pain as humaly possible under the gaze of his worshiped Riven.

Character username: Je suis a toi
Character Name: Link (Female)
Character Race: Dragon
Age: 95 (appears a teen)
Appearance/ Attributes: In dragon form, Link is a very light color, almost pearly white. Her eyes are a very light, misty green and her mane is the same.

In her human form, Link has long, silvery-blonde hair and her eye color does not change. Her skin is light and very sensitive, and she has a kind face. She stands at about 5’ 3” with small hands and feet. She wears elegant green gowns when the occasion calls, but being a very active person she wears comfortable clothing that moves well with her lithe body. Her wings are white as in her draconic form but slightly darken at the tips. She doesn’t mind them all that much so she’ll allow them to be seen unless times call for secrecy.

Her talents with earth exceed her ability with any other element, however water is her favorite. She works with water whenever she can to bring it up to par. She works well with a sword but is incredible with a stave in her hands. When fist fighting she takes after her favorite element water and flows with the movements of her opponent in order to conserve her energy. This makes her very powerful and her fighting looks almost like the art of dance.

Link was struck by an unusual illness when she was young and it took her hearing away. Through the years she learned to read lips, the only problem was her communicating with others. She would have to play charades every time she wanted to talk to someone. Those who are close to her and know her well are familiar with her hand movements and can tell what she’s saying, but if not, she pretty much has to spell it out for them.

Personality: Being deaf has taken its toll. Link can be cold sometimes and whenever she’s not engaged in ‘conversation’ she seemingly has a scowl on her beautiful face. She tries to be polite and cordial but if aggravated she’ll stomp away, not having the ability to shout at someone and make the words understandable. If she’s ‘speaking’ to someone who knows and understands her then she can be funny and almost sarcastic. She tries to surround herself with these people because it lightens her heart and makes her happy. Link has this appearance about her like she’s conserving her energy, thought her movements are still precise. Very rarely do people see her energy in full use, but when she’s in action there’s no stopping her.
History: Link was born on Celestir and never bothered to leave. She kept to herself for a long time after her hearing loss, almost angry. After a while she opened up a little and let a few people in. After her illness her life was practically anything but normal. Her friends were constantly drilling her to get her back up to the incredible fighter she was before. She got back into the flow of things, but it was just missing something . . . there was no heart in it. She stayed in human form most of the time, aware of how much her pearly scales stood out in dragon form. She felt like an oddball, like she was different, because of her unusually light coloring. Link stayed isolated most of the time and took to living alone in the outskirts of the lush forests, they being her favorite place and her only refuge.

Gaian Name: `Cookie Of Doom`
Character Name: Reyen Rol
Character Race: Dragon
Age: 367
Appearance/Attributes:Reyen stands at 6'5". He takes on the form of a human. He has purely white hair and eyes. His hair is shortcut and spiked naturally. He has Imperial Facial Hair (basically hair just under the lower lip but not including the chin). His skin is nicely tanned. He appears to be about 20. On his left arm is a small scar.

His T-shirt is white with the symbol of his clan on the back and front. The edges of his shirt are laced with gold. His pants are white and laced with gold as well, but do not include the symbol. His shoes are black. Reyen also wears black leather gloves. On each glove is a small symbol that represents Azura. Reyen wears no armor, unless you consider his gloves to be armor. Because he doesn't wear any armor, he is very fast.

Reyen's sword is kept in it's sheath, which hangs by his left hip. The ships has many designs on them, most of which are from his clan. The sword itself is a long katana. Unlike the traditional "Steel color" most blades have, this one is purely white. The guard is gold and the hilt white. It shines brilliantly in moon light.

His majestic wings are fairly large and white, with golden tips. There is not single scratch on his wings. They are constantly kept clean.

Reyen's Master element in Wind. He can barely, if not, use the rest of the elements (except for fire). He's developed his Wind element so much that he can use it as a strong barrier for him and also uses it to give him blinding speed.

He's barely developed his Fire element. He can use it just to heat up his body and start small campfires. All other elements he does not use.
Personality: Reyen is very wise and intelligent. He's very knowledgeable in all races and their respective homes. He does not rush into battles he knows he'll lose. However, Reyen has an extreme amount of pride and honor. He will not betray any of his friends, he does not run from combat and he most certainly does not attack civilians. He does not find any shame in defeat so long as he does not give up. There is no "Taint" in Reyen.
History: Like most Dragon's Reyen was born on Celestir. For the first hundred years of his life he lived here. He trained proficiently with the element wind . he decided that he should focus all his time on one element and become a master of it instead of becoming a good user of all of the elements. He would also practice his sword play.

After 100 years Reyen decided to travel to other planets. This is when he became a scholar. He learned almost everything about all species and worlds, even of the Tainted and The Void. He kept proficient with his Wind element and sword fighting all the while.

When Reyen turned 300 he learned of the last of his clan dying. This made Reyen the remaining survivor of his royal bloodline. It was inevitable. His clan had a tendency to be battle-loving. Although many Dragon's were like that, this clan, called "Rol", was much worse. The entire clan was full of pride, much like Reyen. They were very respectable in their day.

60 years later Reyen found out he had a weakness to ice attacks. In the battle he nearly lost his life and was branded with his current scar. He spent some time developing his Fire ability, but stopped once he could simply heat his body up.

Now Reyen travels around, trying to stop some little conflicts that pop up while all the while learning and gaining more knowledge.

Gaian Name: Shadowone
Character Name: Cavanté
Character Race: Ookami
Age: ((Not sure if they live as long as wolfs do or as long as humans do...)) The Ookami equivalent of the human 24.
Appearance/Attributes: An unnaturally pure white wolf, only the inside of his mouth and his nose and pupils are anything but that color. In human form he is very pale, and all his hair and eyes are still white. The lack of color in his eyes can look quite fearsome to those not used to it and his fangs and claws are quite sharp.
Personality: Cavanté is a prideful Ookami who never backs down from a challenge and is incredibly vicious and stubborn. He refuses to admit his fault even when it is perfectly clear that he was wrong. The closest he ever comes is when he says that it was the best option at the time, or something of that nature. His pride also keeps him from changing into human form, where he considers himself much weaker. While he is strong fast, and good at his form of magic, his pride and arrogance get the better of him on a regular basis, and rather annoys anyone who hasn’t learned to deal with it.
History: Cavanté was the only puppy in his litter that survived as he was born well outside of the usual season at the very beginning of winter in fact. As such his parents, subordinates in the pack, gave him his name, meaning ‘Protected by the Goddess’. As a puppy he picked fights with the other puppies who were born in the spring after him. The few extra months gave him the edge he needed to win, and by the time they grew old enough that the age difference didn’t matter, his previous victories gave him the skill he needed to keep winning. However he was developing a problem, the other puppies were beginning to develop their ice magic, while he couldn’t even seem to grasp the basics. The ice powers would undoubtedly have become his undoing causing him to be forced into a minor underling position in the pack had he not, through sheer force of will found his spell.

Cavanté was an interesting case in that rather then learning a multitude of ice based spells, he learned one and gained complete mastery of it. The spell was called Ice Guardian, and Cavanté took his name to his head and claimed it was the divine protection of the Goddess incarnate. It called forth a humanoid figure made of pure ice that could use an assortment of weapons. As long as Cavanté wills it and he has the magic power to back it up the Guardian will not melt or shatter and will continue to fight for him, it naturally takes less power to maintain in a cold environment.

After he was declared an adult in the pack he immediately began challenging other Ookami so that he could move up in rank. With the power of the Ice Guardian as well as his own skill he was able to move up in the pack and eventually became the alpha male. All of this naturally swelled his ego even more and in recent days has been making grabs for more territory for his pack.

Gaian Name: Memory_Melancholy.
Character Name: Felda Feurfrei.
Character Race: Human.
Age: Sixteen.
Appearance/Attributes: Felda stands at a modest height of five feet and three inches. Her build is average, not skinny and not overweight. She usually wears a cotton dress dyed light green, a pattern of dark green leaves go down the front from her sleeved shoulders to about her waistline, where a gray belt tied within the dress’s making rests. The belt has dull bronze bells, three on either side of it, the bells are of medium size, around an inch in perimeter. At the hem of Felda’s dress are a variety of colored beads, all in the pattern of wild flowers. Her dress’s slightly puffed sleeves stop a few inches from her shoulders. Curly, dark brown hair is usually kept tied back in a high ponytail, a few curled bangs dangling on the left side of her face, her eyes are amber colored. On her feet are soft deer hide moccasins and a thick, dark purple hooded cloak on her person whenever outside. She also carries about a classical, curved herding staff made of aromatic sandalwood. Since Nathoran’s plains are in eternal night, Felda is as pale as everyone else in her village. Due to an accident though, the smooth skin on her forearms, hands, neck and face are marred and tinted by burn scars.
The young woman has never learned how to fight, seeing as battle is not custom for human women. However, Felda has become engrossed in medicinal herbs and massage therapy that is taught to her by her grandmother.

The actual burn scars are a deep shade of irritated red and in jagged shapes. There are seven in total, about finger length. Three lurch over her cheeks and one goes from the right corner of her mouth to linger past her nostrils, then veer sharply over the bridge of her nose and strike through the middle of her eyes to stop on her forehead. The surrounding skin is pale as ever since the wounds have long past healed. All around her forearms and palms are those various jagged marks, a few spiral around her upper arms. Five more scars slant horizontally to the left of her neck, starting at the base and extending to her right ear. She tries to keep herself hidden with a large, hooded cloak.
Personality: Usually, many would think that anyone with the element of fire would be assertive, easily angered and rather over confident. Felda used to be just like the expected until her burning accident. Now she is humble, shyly timid and always avoiding anyone but her family members. Also due to the accident, the young woman fears her Fire powers. She will not even light a candle nor bake bread in the herding field as she used to. If someone taunts her, Felda will surely look down in shame and believe their words.
History: Born and bred in a small human village named Rizane, Felda has been very content in her few years of living there. Her family are serfs but have flourished the land assigned to them just fine. A herd of twelve woolly sheep and a goat with them, a dozen hens, three cows, four horses and three pigs. Felda is the shepherdess of her family and takes great pride in caring for the sheep and one goat as her parents watch over the rest of the animals. When Felda’s father had tried to get her to learn how to ride a horse at the age of twelve, she had been bucked off and snorted at in anger, nearly getting mauled by the heavy hooves. Ever since then the young woman cannot bear to be near animals bigger than sheep, she fears the horses and cows of the ranch. The dark and cold land of her home was frightening at first, but it became normal as did daily chores and playing with the village children in her spare time. Days passed by and nothing unusual ever happened, although Felda had learned of a monster race known as the Centauri. Fearsome beings that are half horse and half human, they are no doubtly connected to some sort of abnormal demon. Staying close within the herding field, she only would wander from the ranch to go to the market, or celebrate in a festival. She has always been happy with her parents and kind grandmother, always ambled about with her grandmother during festivals. One festival, Felda had decided to show the entire village a new trick she had learned with her Fire. Standing still with her arms stretched before her, the young woman focused and conjured a slow flame that resembled a rather jagged, simple shape of a fish. It was in that moment that fate had ever been cruel to Felda Feurfrei. A sudden gust of wind blasted in her direction which forced her own flames to engulf her forearms and lash at her neck, and her face. Screaming in pain and running, Felda had panicked. Her grandmother smothered the worst of the fire with a thick quilt around her frail shoulders, requesting a bucket of water and a cloth to treat the young woman. The burning incident occurred a year ago, when she was fifteen. Ever since then the rest of the village children have always feared her burn scars, the adults could never look at her in the face and only seemed to pity her. Visiting strangers never catch a glimpse of Felda, as she is always hiding in the nearby fields. On nights she cannot sleep though, she has been known to climb over the stone wall of Rizane to go into the nearby hills in order to gather herbs and mushrooms to experiment with.

Gaian Name: Arcanium
Character Name: Syiindo
Character Race: Elven
Age: 642
Appearance/Attributes: Syiindo's pale blue eyes compliment his silvery hair, which flows freely but is kept shoulder length so that is does not interfere with any activities. His form is lithe and sleightly lanky. Which in itself is not that unusual. Syiindo has taken to an unusual form of melding his technology with his body. He has grown small bits of his technology into himself. They are grown in various aesthetic patterns, which really have no purpose other then for display. But there are a few that do have purposes, such as a pair that look like gils on his neck. All of them are in either the silver color of his hair, or the pale blue of his eyes. Because he so prides his creations he doesn't wear normal clothing. What he will wear is either very revealing or has holes and slits in it for purposes of display. Usually he wears a pair of form fitting shorts that have slits on the outside from about the mid thigh
to the bottom, which leaves the edge hanging freely. The other piece he wears is a traveling cloak, which he leaves whenever he enters a building or area that provides enough shelter. Finally he has graced his feet with a pair of 'boot's, made from his who knows what. But they look like ornate scale boots with small winglike decorations on the top of them. Only reaching about 5 inches above his ankle they do not hamper movement in the slightest. They are incredibly hard, yet they bend as freely as his ankle when he wants them to.

Because of his more or less outcasting himself by his manipulations of their technology, he has traveled to all of the worlds. Learning what he could in secret and giving none back. Sometimes they would find him, and then he would either be treated with fear or contempt, occasionaly if he was very lucky with kindness. Only a few times has he been as he treat others. These times he learned much, and gave some back. In this way he has learned how to use his technology for defence, and in the use of it, offense. His powers over the earth are not nearly as strong as another Elfs. But he makes up for this with his great skill in using water elements. Though he has a sword hardly uses it. He is proficient with it, but hardly a match for someone skilled in swordplay.

Personality: He is kind to those that grace him with kindness, to the rest he is cold and harsh. His judgment is quick and unforgiving, as the world seems to have been with his. Most of the time he will just ignore others, but when he does find need to interact with them he comes off as strange. Or of having no social skills. When alone he revels in the world about him, taking time to examine flowers, or to find the beauty in the way a tree has grown. Often he is impatient or brash in his judgments. ruling unfairly because that was how he was treated.
History: For hundreds of years he learned on Celestir, pouring his soul into the pursuit of knowledge. Finally he was at the top of their knowing, and he went into the wild in search of more. Years of living in the wilds taught him much, but it also took away his tolerance for the sometimes stupidity of other sentience. Thus 40 years after his sojourn when he came back to share his knowledge it was rejected by most. Mainly because of the form some of his learning had taken. The way he had grafted some of it to him unsettled many elves. Two short years after he had arrived, he left again. This time it was to the other planets.

First he spent 63 years on Nathoran, this was where most of his meaningful contact took place. He learned much here, much that his race would benefit in the times to come to have known. After his time here he went to Orcos, which he found to nearly devoid of sentient life. For often the Ookami avoided him, and the Nen'shri were scarcely enough at the surface. 10 years he spent learning what he could from the harsh ice and the constant danger. But he got tired of it, so he crafted his own set of 'gills' in order to explore the depths that the Nen'shri stay in so lovingly. Here he was accepted, for they didn't care that his skin was dark or covered in strange designs. He spent many years here, but had few actual friends. With the help of his best friend Ani'zul he was able to create a form of ice that when touched burns like fire, but the real success is that through his technology it doesn't melt. Something having to do with the microscopic plants that he freezes inside of it. Over 100 years later when Ani'zul finally passed on and he left, he created a sword of this ice. He is able to touch it without burning only because of the handle of specially created wood. The wood, which he calls 'Ani'Holz' in honor of his truest friend, is the shade of pure blue belonging to his eyes. The blade when outside of the biological sheath that is grafted to his back, exudes vapor ((Think dry ice)). But it is razor sharp, and hard as steel.

It was from his time spent under the seas of Orcos that he learned to wield the element of water. Ani'zul always said that he took to it like a fish to water. His mastery over it grew slowly, but had spent much of his time replacing his skill over the earth with that of water. Thus by the time Ani'zul passed on he was more or less a master over the water, and had mostly forsaken the earth. Of course there were still tricks that he used with the earth, and he would never forget how to wield it. His edge had dulled, or I suppose I should say, went in a new direction.

His friend dead, he left. He has been on his home world of Celestir for about 20 years now, and just as before he has reverted to his lifestyle of living alone in the wild.

Gaian Name: Trimley
Character Name: Atrosk
Character Race: Ookami
Age: 36
Appearance/Attributes: When standing upright on his hind legs, Atrosk is an even 6'2" and weighs in at a muscular 200 pounds. The fur on his backside is a steel blue and his belly is white. He has a collection of scars along his left flank from the middle of his ribcage to his shoulder, patches of fur no longer growing over those spots marked by blackened skin. Atrosk has never attempted a humanoid form, and doesn't expect to ever do so. His prowess with ice is as great as his prowess as a brute fighter.
Personality: Atrosk is quite simply a hero. He has been the Alpha male of his pack for fourteen years straight. His many scars are the sign of the many tribulations other males have put him through. He is recognized as the solid foundation of his pack. Most notable for his strict and ruthless justice and fairness, he is much like the climate that the Ookami live in, metaphorically speaking. Atrosk is patient for the most part, but will not tolerate any injustice or degrading remark or action against himself or his clan He is quick thinker when it comes to making decisions, and is never one to back down unless persuaded by an undeniable truth he had not previously seen for himself (which is extremely rare). As Alpha male however, he says very little aside from the occasional judgment or chastisement. It is almost considered a blessing to hear a compliment from Atrosk.
History:From a young age, Atrosk showed great promise with both his element and his mind. He was a quick learner, and understanding the "pack politics" was simple enough. He quickly ascended as a member of power, and became the Alpha male at age twenty-two when the preceding Alpha passed away. Since then, he has been a rock solid and trustworthy leader, never leading his people astray. Disasters are few and far between, and famine has become a thing of the past. During his fourteen years as Alpha male, Atrosk has partnered with three females--all Alphas at one point--and is still currently with his third. He has sired six children.

Gaian Name: GrunnyLover
Character Name: Iridium
Character Race: Nen'Shri
Age: 15
Appearance/Attributes: Iridium most closely resembles, well, a fish--a rainbow colored fish with a plethora of fins and little floopy bits, much like this. There is very little about her which we might call humanoid. She has arms, yes, which are also covered in rainbow-colored scales, with webbed fingers and poisonous spines along her elbows. She breathes through a set of gills at the base of her stumpy 'neck', has no nose, no hair, and very wide-set eyes. Her teeth are very sharp.

Iridium does not fight. Her arms are adapted to picking things up off the seafloor and helping her swim, but not well adapted for reaching in front of her. If she did end up in a fight for some reason, she would mostly gnash at her opponent with her teeth.

She has some talent with water magic, which she uses primarily to help her garden grow.

Personality: Iridium is, well, a teenager--impetuous, headstrong, sometimes childish and sometimes mature. She wants greatly to leave behind the boredom of her routine, uninteresting home and dull childhood and see the world. Not that she doesn't love her parents and 57 younger siblings and 78 older siblings. It's just that being a middle child gets a bit dull after a while.

She's also quite the hedonist--she loves eating delicious plants and smaller fish most of all.

History: Iridium was born into an average Nen'Shri family in a very average neighborhood. Her father worked at an (as far as she could tell,) entirely uninteresting government job having something to do with magic, law, and order. Her mother was more of an arts-and crafty earth-mother type, which was probably good, all things considered.

Iridium discovered that she had a knack for growing things while still a very young girl, and her delicious seaweeds and kelps have won several awards

Gaian Name: Grunny Lover
Character Name: Pi
Character Race: Dragon
Age: Young Adult
Appearance/Attributes: Pi is a greenish blue dragon, with wide, membraneous wings so thin you can almost see through them. He is extremely slender, with a body about forty feet long and only about four feet wide and a narrow head. He has bright green eyes and a narrow fringe of spikes around his neck. Like a bat, his wings are his arms, while his hindlegs are short and stumpy. He is adept at both flying and swimming, but has a bit more trouble on land, where he tends to slide along on his belly like a snake.

He is a merchant, not a fighter, having been raised in a merchanting family. He travels from planet to planet with cargos full of goods and people. His specialties lie in fine cheeses, delicate deer, and choice wines. At his young age he is not yet adept at his trade, but still fairly skilled. He is adept at wind and water magics, but little else.

Personality: Pi learned to be a reserved, quiet, aloof business man from his father, but deep down inside there resides a thrill-seeker aching for adventure. A very cautious, steady thrill-seeker, of course, who would never do anything rash like go off on a sudden adventure. Pi probably thinks of himself as a bit more worldy and educated than he actually is.
History: During one of his trips to the land of ice and snow (the most miserable of planets as far as his cold-blooded circulatory system was concerned,) one of his fellow merchants had invited him to take a dip in one of the local hot springs. Pi was delighted to learn that deep under the ice lay a realm of exquisite beauty and, most importantly, warmth.

A few visits later, Pi discovered a beautiful garden beneath the sea and instantly began forming a plan to buy the bubbling vegetables and lush seaweed and sell them on the desert planet, where such things would no doubt be regarded as insanely rare and valuable luxury items. And so Pi met Iridium, and it wasn't long before Iridium convinced Pi that she'd make a great saleswoman, and so off they went, with Iridium's garden in a box and Iridium in a make-shift bathtub.

Gaian Name: fey_girl
Character Name: Shyl-saran’ti
Character Race: Nen’shri
Age: over 100
Appearance/Attributes: Sleek and powerful, Shyl has the regal elegance of a quick and powerful creature of the sea. Spines protect her ears, “human” spinal cord, and elbows; the sharp elbow spines can also be used as painful if not effective melee weapons. Shyl has a strong tail a time and a half the length of her upper potion; a blend of sea snake and finned reptile make up the finely scaled silvery of her “fish part.” Dapples of dark green, tips of a faint orange and the occasional indigo scales can be spotted along her tail; small finds sprout from the sides of her tail and along her arms. Fingers are long and webbed. Rarely finds it necessary to clothe herself unless observing a religious ceremony. Dark hair and silver eyes.
Personality: Curious but withheld, proud and intense, Shyl is a forceful Nen’shri. Despite her unusual adulthood, Shyl still harbors deep respect and love for Tzentei
History: Shyl-saran’ti was born a priestesses daughter, but was drawn from the time she was young to the surface. The icy topside world of Orcos is whispered about faintly, but the actual sight put all tales to shame. Estranged from her home, Shyl honed her own magical skills while exploring the vast seas of her world. Shyl longs to travel across the surface, instead of below it and astride it. Her solitary nature makes her brusque with words and somewhat rude: however, when faced with new knowledge or information about the topside, Shyl is silent and eager.

Gaian Name: Tanyeera
Character Name: Tanyeera
Character Race: Fallen
Age: Unknown, looks 18
Appearance/Attributes: Black hair bound in a ponytail leaving only two strands free to frame her face, high cheekbones, gold eyes, and angular face. Tall and slender with a hint of gauntness, she wears a blood-red long-sleeved shirt and similarly colored long pants. A black belt encircles her waist and two swords hang sheathed on her hip, one long, one short. A hooded black cloak shrouds her form and daggers, as well as some other stuff, are concealed in it.
Personality Independent. Power-seeking but not wholly without morals, although she does have a tendency to bulldoze right over anyone in her way.
History: She followed Riven for the power but then sickened of the war and all the slaughter though she continued to serve him faithfully. Finally though, she decided she was sick of it all and planning to quit Riven’s army, just in time for Azura to defeat Riven, reduce her to a spirit, and banish her to the Void.


Gaian Name: Tanyeera
Character Name: Tanya
Character Race: Human
Age: Unknown, looks 9
Appearance/Attributes: Gold eyes, short boyishly cut black hair, simple shirt and pants. Is able to manipulate dark energy into whatever form she imagines.
Personality Cheerful, playful, enthusiastic and utterly amoral. Also just a tad mentally unstable.
History: Only a child human, and yet, somehow she accidentally fell into the Void and got stuck there. Wandering around that dark place who knew how long is probably what drove her insane, except… something pretty terrible must have happened to send her into the Void in the first place, no? In any case, she was then found by Tanyeera whom she immediately latched on to for reasons unknown. Tanya was nameless at the time Tanyeera found her, having forgotten her own name, so she was named Tanya after Tanyeera.

Gaian Name: Memory_Owl.
Character Name: Ardan Krieg.
Character Race: Human.
Age: Nineteen.
Appearance/Attributes: Ardan stands at a normal height of five feet and eight inches. His eyes are a soothing shade of dark green with flecks of amber in them, his hair a soothing chestnut hue with much more brown than red, in certain lighting his hair seems more red though. Ardan has the strong facial features of a young man. He has dark sideburns and a small, kempt beard over his chin and along the lower parts of his cheeks. Most of the time these features are concealed by his silver helm. The helm is a gladiator's helm and was given to him on his initiation as a guard, there were given choices. Ardan chose the gladiator's helm since he takes his fighting heritage seriously. Covering his muscled torso is a silver breastplate, etched with a pair of rams head butting one another. Clinging to his shins and thighs is yet more silver armor, the knee parts spiking upwards for close-ranged upper kicks and also for a fierce look. He does not have armor on his arms, although he does have silver gauntlets that have flexible fingers. There is no armor on his arms in order for him to use his halberd more effectively. The last part of his armor, is a typical medieval shield that is again silver, a golden owl with its wings open etched on the front. When the young man is not wearing his armor, he dons a blue tunic with a cotton-white long sleeved shirt underneath, a belt around his waist with a silver owl as the buckle. He wears tan leggings and always has on a pair of soft leather boots.
Gladiator helm: http://www.a2armory.com/gladiator.htm
Personality: Serious and with a flaming temper, the young man will only show his true side to the villagers and does not bother much with the traveling merchants. Not to say he is unfriendly, but Ardan can get somewhat distracted from social mannerisms when he is on duty. He is very kind to his friends though, which is nearly everyone in Rizane. Never having much to do, he gets bored easily and can fall asleep if a wall is nearby to lean on.
History: Ever since he was a little boy, Ardan never saw much of his father and still doesn't. His father is a proud soldier to their King. The two do write back and forth to each other though, through an owl since Nathoran has a need for these nocturnal birds. At the age of twelve he began to show great interest in fighting more than ever once his father wrote short stories of their Roman ancestors. He began training more with one of the guards who had spare time, and joined Rizane's guards at the age of seventeen. Ardan has lived in Rizane for quite sometime and had befriended a brash girl named Felda, who became very frail after she had a Fire accident. After that the two have lost much contact, but he has not given up and still persists to try and talk to Felda at least every few days. At first she had avoided him, but now he can steal a few words in the early night at the market, or if he is lucky by the later hours of a festival.

Character username: Je suis a toi
Character Name: Ekanta
Character race: Nen’Shri
Age: Unknown
Appearance/Attributes:
Ekanta
When going on land, Ekanta prefers using her magic to give herself legs instead of floating through the air as all Nen’Shri could. She has a stronger tolerance for air and can last longer above water with her magic than most can. When she is above water in a walking form she looks much like she does in aquatic version except her skin becomes lighter and, obviously, she has no fins. Ekanta is very strong in her magic and takes pride in it though never gives herself enough credit for the good things she does.
Personality: Ekanta can be a bit mischievous with a quick wit and a sarcastic overtone. She has a well developed sense of humor and is a very fun loving creature. You’ll almost never see her without a smile unless she is truly troubled. As she often says, “Tears don’t do anything but make the water level rise and we live in enough water as it is!”
She’s completely harmless when in a good mood and is a peacemaker. While her fun loving side – which is the one she displays most often – can make her appear silly and unresourceful she really is quite the opposite. She has a great knowledge of many things and is wise in her actions and decisions.
History: Ekanta was unique in her abilities with water. She had come up with tricks never even practiced before she was even ten years old. Though, without the proper training she was a wreaking ball of power. Her mother provided for her the mentoring she needed to be successful and she was so. On the other hand her father was rarely around. But when he was he was hurtful, abusive, and destructive. Ekanta would never step up to him and defend herself – never lay a finger on him though many a time he hit her. Though with her deft abilities with water she could have struck down her father at any time she never did, she was too afraid.

Gaian Name: Meilin Nokomis
Character Name: Leitha
Character Race: Dragon
Age: Doesn’t remember. Look’s 16

Appearance/Attributes: Leitha has long, brown hair with red streaks. Her eyes are a dark green. Being blind, her eyes have a staring quality to them.

In human form, Leitha is a short 5’2”. A silver metal hair piece is her favorite accessory to wear. Her normal dress to wear is a short skirted dress worn with pants. The only weapon she’ll touch is a bo staff. Because of this, she has grown to be an expert with this weapon.

Leitha is blind, but that doesn’t mean she can’t get around. Because she is a dragon, she has been able to sharpen her other senses. Her hearing and her touch senses are very sensitive.

Because of her blindness, she has grown to fear flying. The wind element is her favorite to use, which is found odd to that she doesn’t like to fly. She’ll glide short distances, but that is even nerve-racking. The other elements can use averagely, too.

Personality: Leitha doesn’t do well with strangers, so she is very solitary. Though someone may meet her, they would never know that she has a massive temper. Over time, Leitha has grown to learn things about herself. She has learned that she is too trusting and grows attached easily. Because of this, she is afraid to stay by one person too long. For a fear of getting hurt herself, and hurting the person. She has a complex about being protected.

History: Leitha’s parents were both killed in a battle she doesn’t remember. After the battle, though, she was left with more than a forgotten memory, but left blind, too. A wandering elf found her and took care of her. Because Leitha had even forgotten her name, the elf gave her the name Leitha, which means “forgetfulness”. As time went on, another battle took the life of the elf who had taken care of her. Leitha was able to go on being a wanderer, taking the profession her elfish friend had had.

Gaian Name: quiz master 4
Character Name: Yakato Kitcha
Character Race: Ookami
Age: 14
Appearance/Attributes: Yakato's wolf form is a young middle sized wolf. His main color of fur is greyish-blue, but the fur on his chest is pure white. He has cold blue eyes that could pierce right through diamond. In his human form, Yakato is 6' 1" and weighs 232 lbs. of pure muscle. His hair is still the greyish-blue, protrayed by his wolf form, but he has on streack of white hair in the front of his hair. Both in his wolf form and human form, he has very sharp claws. Because Yakato is mostly in his human form, he has decided to use a weapon for fighting. He has a long bow that has two big blades down the front of the bow. He uses reinforced ice as arrows. He also has great command over his icy powers.
Personality: Yakato is closed in and cold hearted. He is very tempermental towards those he doesn't know and isn't the kind to take a liking to just anyone. He is strong willed and determinded when he sets his mind to it.
History: Yakato used to be a care free, fun loving, gentle soul. He was the son of the Alph male in his tribe. On a hunt cold night, his father decided it was time for Yakato to go on his first hunt. When they came back, everyone had caught two different prey that they stalked, Yakato didn't bring any home. Yakato had a twin brother who was born minutes after Yakato. He was everything that their father wanted in the heir to the head of the pack. The following night, Yakato's father took his brother to a his first hunt. When the returned, his brother had caught three rabits and a fox. Yakato was taken back out on the next hunt. But, unfortunently, he couldn't force himself to kill anything. When he returned, his father had not only reconsidered the heir to the pack, but he disowned Yakato as a son and a member of the pack and tribe. Yakato was forced out of the tribe that same night. He wondered for days, in the same direction as his pack. A couple days later, the pack was ambushed by two packs from a different tribe at their weakest point, when they were hungry from several unsuccesful hunts and from traveling for so long. Yakato was out raged. He attacked the two packs, both were worn down in numbers from the fight before, and killed every single one of them, women and children as well. After that morbid night, Yakato became the Yakato he is today. He wanders from village to village, in his human form of course, looking for information on finding away to the Sacrad Crystal, because he belives it can bring his pack back to life and bring him back into their loving embrace.

Reserved

The stars burned brightly in the abyss outside. From this distance the trio of planets seemed so peaceful, yet turmoil broiled and seethed just below their surfaces. With a weary eye, Azura observed the inner workings of lives both insignificant and those crucial to the destiny of the world. Her waning powers still granted her this gift, among others, though she was powerless to change the course of the future at this point. It had been hundreds of years since she had used the last of her divine power to bind Riven and his followers into the realm of shadow known as the Void. She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift seamlessly into the thoughts of her creations. Two shone brightly in her mind's eye; the dragon brothers, Synrai and Wyvern. She sensed a great trail of difficulty ahead for them, and one that was unavoidable. So many possibilities lay in store, as well as for their comrades.

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A new day was dawning on Celestir. The scarlet sun painted the horizon a luminous orange, and the wispy clouds were stained scarlet by its awakening rays. Most other creatures were asleep. But in the distant trees, the sound of dull thuds and yells could be heard echoing. Two dragons had been working furiously throughout the night, training.

Wyvern was having difficulty, to say the least. He and his brother were sparring with sheathed blades, yet his body ached as though he had actually been stabbed by them. His arms were numb with fatigue, and his longblade slumped to the ground as he leaped away, panting and wheezing. Synrai had insisted that they duel in the dark under a new moon, to highten Wyvern's senses when he couldn't see. Before even beginning, he knew how well that was going to turn out. Somehow his elder brother had fought just as well as he did during the light of day.

Synrai leaped overhead through the trees, his dual blades slashing the air. Wyvern quickly somersaulted out of the way before he got bruised again.

He looked down. Synrai looked as fresh as he did when they had begun.

It was going to be a long morning.

Suriken dashed between the trees of the garish light soaked world of Celestir, a dark flash of shadow in the glow of daybreak. What he would not give for a mere touch of the fetid darkness of The Void. Bounding around one tree and off the trunk of another he stopped abruptly when the cover of towering behemoths vanished into a wide clearing of tall grasses. A gutteral curse escaped him quietly, the open span was too wide to run around in the short time he required and already the forest was awakening. Crouching down low he began to sprint, lethal knives in either hand, cloaked and bound head swivling from side to side. No sooner had he entered the clearing another being darted into view, running full tilt with wings cupped close to its body. Sure that he had missed his chance at secrecy he raised up to his full height in an offensive fighting stance and brandished his tainted knives, ready to kill this thing that might jeprodize his mission but it barraled onwards, unaware of its surroundings.

Waiting until it vanished back into the trees he sank back down and resumed his sprint, a wicked grin on his hidden face. These supposed beings, Dragons, of great powers were blinder fools than the elves. At least the elf he had dispatched had realised he was there and put up a fight. It had been most gratifying to watch it willingly leap to its death. Once again beneath the cover of the trees it took him only moments to finaly find what he had been searcing for. It appeared as any other tree but he could see within it the spark of purpose. Without slowing he leaped forward, both knives sinking hilt deep into the thick bark as he thrust himelf forward until his chest rammed against hte trunk. Around his hands a black seething shadow swirled, channeling downwards through his weapons and into the tree itself. He waited until the darkness seeped into the heavy roots and into the ground before withdrawing slowy, muscles bulging and straining against the pull of the coroded wood.

Once free he studied his handy work with head cocked to one side. Satisfied he turned and dashed away, pushing deeper and deeper into the forest.

Reyen walked the earth of his homeland. The nightly sky was finally just disappearing, which made way for the sun. All the nightly creatures that roamed the forest floor made their way back to their respective homes. They would sleep until the next nightfall. And in turn all of the day animals would come forth. It's the way this forest worked. Reyen was old enough to have caught on tot his simple fact. And he knew his way around the forest easily. There were several Elven villages close to him, in fact.

Most of the Elves like the presence of Reyen. he had helped many of them out on more than one occasion, and in turn they helped him. He chose not to try and get their technology for his own gain, and that's what they probably like most about him. Even though he was liked not many knew him. The elders and chiefs of their villages knew him well, but mostly the civilians didn't know him at all.

Reyen wouldn't be going to any Elven town or city anytime soon anyways. He was just walking his homeland. That's all he wanted to do at the moment. Rumors of another great war was going through his head as he walked. What would his part in the war be? Would he simply stand aside and watch? Or would he partake in it? If so, what side would he take? The Dragon's, of course, but would that be right? He knew not. It would be better to think about these things when and if the war actually did start. For it meant nothing for him to do it now.

The sudden sound of metal clashing with metal broke his concentration. His head raised and looked ahead. There were two people, Dragon's, fighting one another. Not seriously, for their swords were sheathed. It looked more as if they were training. Off to the side was another person as well. Another Dragon. She appeared to have nothing to do with the two fighting, much like himself.

Now Reyen had to decide to stay and watch or simply leave. And obviously, since he wasn't moving, he had already decided to stay. He kept a fair distance though.

The two finally stopped fighting. It seems the woman's presence made them stop.