I have been around for nearly a century I am a werewolf of the Malandaia. I am on team two as a player. Males suit my fancy but females are always welcomed.
I have a few nicknames, they're Artie - Art - Archer But I would rather you call me Artemis.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ My abilities range from espionage to expertly executed fencing, I carry a brilliant, ebony katana with me and know how to use it well. When I am not slicing you to bits with my sword I wouldn't be hard-pressed to tear you apart with my feral form.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ You could call me narcissistic, but I call it better than you. Men all over my country know the sweet taste of my silver tongue as well as its stinging bite, but few and far between are those who I truly try to hurt. It's usually just a byproduct.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ My homeland sent me in, personally, to assure our teams victory in the competition, I've been training since the last games to compete and I aim to take home the stone that would assure the health of our citizens whether my teammates pull their own weight or not.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ My country may be fractured and of many tribes, but all under our flag recognize my prowess in the battle and would have nobody better qualified than I to take home the prize which we all covet more than anything. I intend to keep their expectations of me intact, those on the opposing team should do well to remember that...
"Good and evil are simply matters of perspective, perspective that I care not to acquire."
I have been around for untold millenia. I am an Eldritch Abomination and affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team three as a fighter. Gender is highly irrelevant to me.
I am not quite sure what this nickname means, but you can call me, well, whatever part of my name you mortals can pronounce.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ My abilites stem from my alien psyche and appearance. The first and foremost of these is taking on an avatar, or becoming an almost exact replica of a being, including all physical and magical attributes. Of course this means little in the long run, as I have the form and not the mind, so even if I took the form of a powerful mage, I would not have the knowledge of magic to cast any spells he may know. Another is my mental resilience. My psyche is alien to mortal magic users, so most spells or abilities that fog or control the mind have no effect on me, aside from a killer headache if the spell or ability is a powerful one. My true strength comes from my natural form. When revealed it can literally shatter the minds of those who gaze upon it for too long, it is greatly restricted in this realm however, so I will generally only be able to manifest parts of my body at a time to use as weapons or shields. It bears mentioning that my body is amorphous and fluid. My last and most powerful ability has been colloquially dubbed, 'Presence of the Elders'. Should I lock eyes with an opponent, using one of my real eyes, not the eyes of my avatar, it can, in some cases, literally paralyze them, though through fear, awe, or some other response I know not. On the flip side however, the used eye is often blinded for a time by the side effects of being in this realm. Weapons and Magic of the mortal realms are things I have learned over a long time and many summonings, while I would hesitate to call myself a master of such things, I am well aware I am more skilled than many mortals can hope to be.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Despite my appearance, I would usually rather talk then fight, and will take pains to try and ensure that happens. Curiosity is my main drive in this most physical of realms, and I enjoy learning about this realm and the beings that inhabit it. I would prefer to simply meet, talk, and then part ways peacefully. That however, is not always possible, again due to my natural appearance. Should you decide to invoke my ire, I will see you dragged to the abyss of the outer realms and devoured by the madness there. I would rather be at peace than at war, but if war comes, I will show no mercy, and no pity.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was spawned from the planar chaos of the multiverse countless years ago, spat from a chaotic maw of swirling matter and thought. For many years I was as alien to myself as I was to the waking realms of existence, attempting to determine who, what, and most of all, why? Why was a question that solidified my tenuous existence, that kept me from dispersing into the cosmic tides of madness and devastation. As my existence became solidified, that why spread beyond myself, to the other beings spawned with me from the chaos, and the fledgling realms and worlds full of physical beings, beings that had never been seen before.
My relationship with the physical realms of existence has been an odd one. I have been called in my natural state and into an avatar, summoned by obscene rights and holy prayers, summoned to bestow power, or knowledge. I knew not what they wanted with me, and they knew not what I wanted with them, some offered sacrifices of livestock, of gold and jewels, others, far more twisted then their kin, offered human sacrifices, attempting to... well, win my favor in retrospect. I treated all with an ambivalent equality, taking what was offered, and giving some in return, though it was quite evident some of them assumed I was here to eliminate all living beings, and were trying to buy me off. Now that I think about it, I never did learn how anyone discovered how to summon us to the physical realms, but I am thankful for it.
Ahem, back on topic. For many years, in between summonings I took it upon myself to learn about the physical realm I was called to so often. I learned of its many peoples, it's languages, it's magics, anything and everything I could. I watched as they advanced from frightfully primitive to quite advanced, a civilized peoples making due in a wonderfully imperfect world. So now I find myself here once again, called, no, begged by royalty to aid them in this, a time of need. Yes, begged, I am told that is highly atypical for these monarchs. They asked me to aid them in some game, and so I agreed. This time I will be one of them, looking from the inside, rather than the outside, and I relish the opportunity.
I have no true alignment, as far as your kind considers good or evil and alignment, I treat both equally, and view both as equally legitimate styles of life. In this case, I am working for... I forget which side... Evil I think the people of this realm call it. They are most certainly a darker people, but good and evil are not concepts I am truly familiar with, nor do I really care about them much. As such, I was called to help these people take over, to fight, to win. I shall do so, after all, it is what I was called to do.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ The Monarchy of Zeladis called me using an ancient rite, one I have not felt the tug of in many a long century. It allows me to access a bit more of my power in the physical realm, but in return I can only take on one body to use as a mortal shell. In return for fighting for them, they promised me a great deal of knowledge, and promised to procure me a very capable body.
I have been around for one hundred years. I am a nymph and affiliated with Ithus. I am on team one as a healer. Males suit my fancy more than females do.
I have a few nicknames. Siri - Asi - Sea Nymph But I would rather you call me Asiri or Siri.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I'm a healer; I prefer using my water abilities to heal people. However, I do carry around a dagger that I dip in poison for precautions.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I'm quiet and shy, as nymphs typically are. But I'm also defensive and powerful around waters.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I come from a family of nymphs... A large family of nymphs; two parents, and dozens of siblings (with me being one of the oldest.) My parents raised me as a healer; to heal and to take care of my younger siblings. Henceforth, I've lived my life as a healer with my water abilities.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Once my siblings were on their own, I've turned to the academy to expand my healing powers. My water abilities helped me climb my way to be picked for the games; who wouldn't want a healer on their team?
I have been around for twenty seven years. I am a Sorceress and affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team three as a necromancer. Males suit my fancy more than females do, though I am not averse to either.
I have a few nicknames. Ria - Necrophiliac (If you want to die) But I would rather you call me Saria.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I am a necromancer, one who has gained enough strength in Zeladis of all places to be considered for the games, though only just. My necromancy is quite adequate for raising any number of minor creatures, mindless ghouls, zombies, skeletons and the like. Greater undead, such as true warriors, lichs, and other more powerful beings are much more difficult for me. As for the most powerful, giants, dracolichs, beings of that caliber, that is currently out of my reach. I am quite skilled with a short blade to defend myself with in the event my necromantic minions fail to keep my enemies at bay.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I have been called cold, a lover of death, I have also been called weak, I resent that. I may not be the most skilled necromancer, but I am skilled enough for my own purposes. I show loyalty to those who earn it, and everyone on my team has done that. I can show mercy, on occasion, but I rarely bother. I do not delude myself, thinking I am the most powerful being on this team, but any enemy would be a fool to take me lightly.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I am an oddity in Zeladis. A human with power. My family was one of a few remaining families of humans that had not been wiped out or oppressed, though as to how we had survived I know not. Either way, we made a living in Zeladis in any way we could. I for one was often seeking employment in brothels. You would be amazed what one can learn in places like that, other than how to seduce any man, or woman, who passes by. Why, one man was so taken with me, for whatever strange reason, that he asked me to run away with him to his palace. I said I couldn't sadly, I was but human, and needed to care for my family with my parents, he was a vampire noble, how could I abandon them, how could I be with him when he was going to outlive me. He was shockingly understanding, but he became a regular customer after that, and while he paid me more than enough to support my family, he also began to teach me magic, the dark magics of necromancy. I think he might have genuinely had some affection for me. Odd, but I certainly accepted it.
He kept on teaching me after each of our... sessions together, and constantly kept prodding me to live with him, he promised it would be a secret arrangement, that no other nobles would no, as it could put me in danger. Eventually, my parents were killed in the backstreets, and my siblings went their own ways, so I had no reason to refuse his offer any longer. I went with him, and as he promised, the arrangement was secret, almost. The monarchy knew of me, and that is why I am in the games. They decide to find out what kind of human could possibly entice a vampire in such a way, without even being turned, and what powers she could possibly possess.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was chosen to join this team because the monarchy saw my potential. They want to nurture my powers and use them after the games are through.
"There is nothing more valuable than another perspective."
I have been around for nearly fifty years. I am a Roc Cyborg and affiliated with Ithus. I am on team one as a scout. Males suit my fancy more than females do.
I have a few nicknames. Theo - Hawkeye - Hayes But I would rather you call me Theo.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Theo can fly and has the great eyesight of the Roc. He is quite good at archery and because of the extra strength his mechanical arm gives him he is able to use a more powerful bow. Usually, in addition to his bow he carries a couple of throwing knives. He has also been trained to move about undetected when he is scouting ahead.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Theo takes his training seriously and enjoys a good challenge. He is quite curious about the outside world. While he excels in fighting and determination, he lacks in social skills and can seem a tad blunt. He can be easily flustered when dealing with things that he has little experience in. Due to this he is usually quiet and tends to stay in the background.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Theo has spent nearly his entire life in the academy training or this game. He has known little outside of his training and those that have trained with him. When he was sixteen he had an accident while sparing with another student. Because of this, he ended up losing his right arm and had it replaced with a mechanical one. It took many years, but he eventually grew used to and even excelled at the use of his new arm.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Theo is one of the best marksmen and scouts that the academy had. His mechanical arm set him above many of those who were competing for the spot.
I have been around for too many years. I am a Demon and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a player. Females suit my fancy more than males do.
Just call me Ian or Rhavan, no nicknames for me darling.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ As a Demon I have horns which allow me to perform a nasty little trick. My horns are hollow, so they look like ears.. But associate me together with those were-creatures and I would gladly prove to you that they are horns. I specialize in illusions, mine are almost real and can be touched, I can also multiply myself using this technique. If I choose to fight closer to the enemy I use my twin daggers, which are joined by a chain.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Ian is a whimsical creature, through and through, and his mood can change as quickly as a mid-morning breeze. For the most part he is a sly creature, taking pleasure in both taunting and tempting those that dare come within his sight. However, when he becomes angry, his wrath is like a raging inferno, sweeping up everything in his path, never resting until everything before him is ash. That's probably because he is a created demon. Nevertheless, he lives in Malandaia, because he hasn't done anything so immoral that he is to be banished to Zeladis yet. Having lived among many different races, he even has a kinder side, he is just a simple creature if one looks past the gleaming eyes and cruel sarcasm.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Ian wasn't born but created, which meant that he didn't have any parents to look up to but only demons to watch. He was however, somewhat of an oddity among the dark creatures. He wasn't interested in killing but was only playing with people. He was like a cat, not murdering his victims but teasing and testing them. Some would call that a more cruel way, but as he grew older he stopped mostly using his knives but only words and spells. Ian liked to play games of chase and was curious about other people from the other nations.
This often got him into trouble, and eventually landed him in Malandaia, where almost every kind of creature was accepted. A treasure trove for a creature of his nature. He spent his next years meeting interesting people from all over and earned much knowledge about the world and many connections. The inhabitants slowly but surely became more familiar with his appearance and didn't fear him as much anymore.
Eventually Ian developed an interest for fighting and using his powers. He was quickly approached by a born Demon, a wise man and he took the boy under his wings. Ian's master was strict, but in an odd way, kind. He taught him many things, both educational and moral. This Demon became more of a father or role-model than any other demon had ever been.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After many years of training, Ian decided to put his skills to the test, although it was mostly out of boredom, and participate in the tournament. It quickly became clear that he was qualified.
↘ xxxxBlake Y. Lostvelle xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________|
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"By the time our eyes meet, your heart is already in my hand"
I have been around for 250 years. I am an incubus and affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team Three as a player. Females suit my fancy more than males do.
I have a few nicknames. Black angel - Shadow - Dreamboat But I would rather you call me yours
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ On top of his normal Incubus Abilities, he picked up a few tricks from some more interesting lovers. Blake can use darkness and shadows to teleport short distances or with enough visualization of where has been before, he can use the darkness to travel faster then he could on foot. While he had practiced the teleportation to perfection, a spell he can use is still new to him, he can summon a pair of black feathered wings, but he cannot use them to fly at most, he can glide with them.
Blake's primary weapons are twin daggers that he keeps concealed until the moment he strikes
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Blake fully embraces his Incubus nature and flirts with all kinds of people. However when it comes to business he remains silent for that "mysterious stranger" angle. While he will still flirt with everyone, Blake tries not to get too involved with members of his own team for it would only weaken them for what is ahead
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Blake has been stalking around the world, preying on young lovers since, he was young himself. what gave him the greatest thrill was the look on the guy as he watched Blake making out with their girlfriend. Blake was the anti-cupid for the first fifty years of his life. He then moved on to more adult relationships. After 100 years the monarchy of Zeladis recognized his skill and they began to introduce him to more... juicier Targets.
One such target was a particularly lonely sorceress, he got set up as her new apprentice and it did not take him long before he was sharing her bed with her. Her strength allowed her to teach him about the darkness teleporting magic and the wings of darkness. Eventually she succumb to the draining leaving Blake with the secrets to her special spells. His immediate practice was to the most practical of the spells the darkness teleportation, he practiced it to perfection as he continued his missions for the monarchy.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After 150 years of service for the monarchy, Blake was called for an audience with the vampire King and queen. after much silence, the king informed him that he was their pick to compete in the Game.
"It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness."
I have been around for an uncountable amount of years. I am a Shadow Demon and affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team three as a demon. I love everybody!
I have a few nicknames. Aria - Rina - B*tch (if you want to test me) I'd rather be called Arianna
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I'm a Shadow Demon, I love to maneuver through the shadows and hide in the darkness. Stalking is a more playful way of putting it. Being a demon comes with its privileges, I can be very manipulative, and I know how to get what I want. With me having the ability to move between shadows, I am also very agile. I guess like a ninja would be a way to put it. I can also control shadows. I have a single elongated dagger attached to my side. I am quite skilled with a bow an arrow, a carry a blackened bow on my back with arrows.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I don't like getting close to people, I'm a demon. In a sense I am already dead. Ha... some even say I'm dead on the inside to. I never dwell on the matter of "feelings." They're a waste of time. I respect my superiors, but other than that, you have to show me that you deserve my respect. Do not push me when I am mad, I can be quite lethal.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ What's there to say? I'm a demon. I guess I'll tell you the story. I spawned from the depths of fear and shadow. The fear of the dark from others drives me and feeds my ambition. The Shadow of the Night as some people have called me. Why? It's where I am the most in my place. I can travel in shadow in the daytime, but the night is what I'm most comfortable with.
As for the rest of my history... well... now where is the fun in mystery if you know everything about me?
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ After my havoc history, Zeladis called me asking for my abilities and what I am capable of.
"Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire."
I have been around for twenty six years I am a Draconian and affiliated with Ithus I am on team one as a player Males suit my fancy more than females do
I have a few nicknames. Izzy - Dora - Iza But I would rather you call me Isadora.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ In addition to being strong, Isadora has the ability to wield fire. She is also a skilled archer, and has enchanted her arrows to catch fire and/or blow up.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Isadora is much more comfortable with her female counterparts than her male ones. While she isn't attracted to females, a past event has given her a particular distrust of most men. When she's comfortable, she's a rather pleasant person to be around. Unfortunately for her, she isn't comfortable around most people.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ From the moment she was born, Isadora was expected to be a warrior. Her family lineage consisted of some of the greatest Draconian's who had ever lived, and she was expected to join their ranks. As soon as she could walk, her training began. Although this set her far ahead of her fellow classmates in regard to her ability to wield an element, she was far behind in the way of socializing. Izzy desperately wanted someone other than her parents to talk to, but every free moment she had was dedicated to either training or school.
Finally, when Isadora became a teenager, she sneaked out. It was the most liberating experience of her life, and she continued to sneak out whenever possible. On one of her nights out, she met a boy whom she took a rather quick liking too. She practically worshiped him, and would do whatever it was that he wanted of her. One night, he asked her to sneak him back to her home, which was heavily guarded. Isadora simply thought he wanted to see where she lived, and since she knew how to easily get by the guards, she obliged.
Once she had gotten him in, he persuaded her to give her innocence to him. Isadora agreed, as she had convinced herself she was in love with him. However, after their encounter, the man tried to gag and tie her up! He wasn't aware of her power, and in a fiery rage of betrayal, she killed him. After some investigating, they found out that the man was actually an incubus, sent to assassinate Isadora's father. Enraged that she could be deceived so easily, Izzy rededicated herself to training, never being able to trust another man.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ She excelled to the top of her class in nearly everything, making her a clear choice for the games. It doesn't hurt that her family name has some weight in the community as well.
I have been around for twenty four years. I am a Draconian and affiliated with Ithus. I am on team one as a player. Males suit my fancy more than females do but both are acceptable.
I have a few nicknames. Crimson - Umbra But I would rather you call me Bryn.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Being a thief she can go undetected in the shadows almost to the point it’s like merging with them, she also uses her earth skill to mold the rock around her like camouflage. For weapons she uses twin daggers and throwing daggers she makes out of earth.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ She is very crude and says whats on her mind often. She doesn't like lying and will tell the truth no matter how blunt and hurtful it may be. When it comes to taking action she will plan it out thoroughly even though her personality would suggest she would be rash to act. Even if her actions and words depict her as rough an foul mouthed she is actually very kind to those she warms up to.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Being born a noble an then exiled at the age of 10 for forged documents that ill-legitimatized her birth, Bryn took the only steps she knew she could, she threw away her last name and joined the academy that taught skill's to participate in the games to learn how to fight. While succeeding in her revenge and killing the person who exiled her from the family she was also chosen to go into the games to win, which is a fair payment for the crime she had committed in secrecy.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Bryn was chosen for her planning skill and her uncanny way of using her earth skill in her stealth.
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↣ The Light-footed ↤
"I was unaware of the true degree of your idiocy until you opened your mouth."
I have been around for a little over several decades. I am a Drow and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a player. Males suit my fancy, but I do not seek a partner.
I have a few nicknames. Doan - Heiv But I would rather you not call me. Full
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ On top of the natural ability to move stealthily, he is nearly the top of his class in that. Without even trying as well. His title as light-footed is a humble understatement. His best abilities lay with his close, hand-to-hand combat and stealth. He is, admittedly, not the best with dark magic. However, what he lacks in magic, he makes up for in physical stamina and speed. He'll pull a knife on someone faster than they could bat an eye. Doan specializes in small to medium sized blades, yet can still wield a larger weapon. Like any elf, he works best with the weapons he has crafted and fiddled himself. These would be his dual daggers, blades sharper than any weapon one could ever buy, handles crafter with the utmost care, designed to fit his hands perfectly. All this would top his talents given to him from his born race.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Doan is a quiet, keeping to himself man. He doesn't appear aggressive towards any person until given a proper reason. Due to his society, which dictates the respect of women, he is far more revere the order of one, opposed to a man. His loyalty does not fall upon anyone and it is obvious that he is not easy to get to open up. Doan is very serious and to the point. His honest can be brutal at times, in fact. He appears cold, distant, and apathetic. He is difficult to offended or to get an sort of reaction from. He takes jokes and sarcasm literally nearly all the time. He is a straight forward thinker and very focused on his task. This drow works best when given a detailed order to carry out alone. It's difficult for him to work in a group when his natural reaction is to run ahead and get the mission done.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ His story is one he'd prefer not to speak of to anyone. He doesn't want someone to think any less of him for it, or even worse, to pity him. He was born to a family with less than well off parents and two siblings. An older sister and a younger. The older was much, much older, by hundreds of years. She was very rarely in his life, having started one of her own. Despite this, he did not blame her for the scarce showing of her face. He respected her choices. In the tribe of Drow, he and his sister who was only a few years behind him, grew. The were humbled by their family's wealth, they themselves deciding it would be best to work for what they could to help. He spent his younger years working and being protective of his younger sister. He wanted to see to it that she was respected like any other woman.
They were becoming older, as were his parents. At an old, ripe age, they passed away from an illness that moved too quickly to be easily healed. Perhaps had the been better, they would've been able to pay their way to an experienced healer. Unfortunately, they could not. The siblings were not able to make it on their own quite yet and were forced to enter the home of the older sister to be cared for. Doan was very apologetic for this and to show for it, would do any wok she gave him without question. Here, he learned to take an order respectfully. He kept close contact with his sisters even after moving away through letters. He was widening his search for better work, getting away from places populated by many Drow. If there was less of his race, there was less competition to find someone in need of his skills.
Works was good. His array of talents made him perfect for certain tasks and he truly developed on those. He could keep himself well afloat there. He shared his income with his sisters to be sure they would have it as well as he would. For the next decade or so, he had it well. Then the younger sister came to stay with him, desiring to see the sights he could. He had nothing against this, but felt more protective over her than ever. He knew not all races she could encounter were of the same level of respect towards women as they were. He became more focused to keep an ear and eye out for her while still doing work. She became the leader of the household and made more than him, as it should be. He was at peace with the current state of affairs. The elder sister, naturally cooler than them, was becoming more and more distant. To the point where she wouldn't return a letter. He respected this. He just wish he would have known where to reach her when a disaster struck the younger sister. She had been practicing dark magic, something he never had much care for, when she faltered. It was devastating to witness how terribly her own magic blew up on her, but even worse to see the damage it caused. Surely, if she had not gotten help, she would perish. He couldn't allow this to happen to his beloved sister. Nimble as he could, he carried her to a healer. It wouldn't be easy and it wouldn't be cheap, but he would give everything to this person to heal her. The process would take a terribly long time to complete. Perhaps he went to the wrong healer. Doan was aware that they were being manipulated for every last bit they would give, but he didn't care. The Drow would allow himself to be used if this experienced healer would grant them his power and help the girl.
The physical wounds were too much for him to see. Doan went to work immediately, taking all the jobs he could possibly get to make enough to start paying back the healer. The cost was stacked higher than Doan would imagine it could have, yet he worked his fingers to the bone, his body until he dropped, and through the night. Most times, he even worked when the sun came up. When she was becoming more stable, though a large debt was still to be paid, he had no choice but bring himself to the busiest area of the Malandaia nation. The work he did was degrading at times, as why he began to hide his face and hair under cloth. Also because if he was found in a less than acceptable job, he wouldn't want his identity getting in trouble. During this time, he sent nearly all of the money he made back to his younger sister. It continued like this for some time, until it nearly looked as though he could finish this hard work and pay the rest of the debt. His body, strengthened by the long periods of difficult work, yearned for a break. He was only able to let himself slow for a small while. Bad luck would not let him rest. His sister caught an illness in her weaker than average state. An illness that he healer was not the most capable of curing. Doan had taken enough of fate's harassment and decided the only option he had left was to work as much as he could and plan ahead this time. He planned to get as much earnings to his sister as was possible for him, hen enter for the stone that would bring good fortune and good health to their land. Perhaps then he could go back to her and she'll be well.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ In his refusal to let his sister wither away, he entered the tournament to become a part of the game. He would stop at nothing to get through and was a fierce competitor. Of course he would become a champion through his straight forward tactics and agility. Very willingly, he has become a part of the game with intent to win.
"It does not matter the outcome as long as you gain what you were always looking for."
I have been around for Thirty Years. I am a Human Scientist who resides in Malandria. I am on team two as a player. Any being intrigues me, no matter the sex.
I have a few nicknames. (optional) Sig - MAD - siggy But I would rather you call me Sigmund.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I am a man of potions and brews. I create things with the various resources given to me by nature and beings. The potions that I can create are as followed.
1. “Flash Bang” it is a potion that if placed inside something and thrown on the ground will create a flash of light or a smoke field ( at the moment which one is not finalized). Both of these temporarily blind the opponent. ( blind is in effect for one 1 post by me and the people and those affected, this includes teammates who do not cover their eyes. The cost for this potion is 0 energy since he does not consume it.) Premade
2. A potion that gives him enough strength to fight/be on par with the beings of higher stature, examples are vampires and werewolf’s. (The cost of this potion is very pricey and depending on the roll is the cost of the energy evens are 3 energy, odd is 4 energy.) Premade
3. A potion that gives the user enhanced eye sight to better seeing things afar and up close. ( cost of this is 2 energy exactly.) Premade
4. A potion that gives the user quickened speed of that of a vampire and agility to dodge many types of attacks that no normal human could dodge. ( Cost of this is 2 energy on evens, 3 energy on odds.) Premade
5. An all-purpose cure but is very hard to make and need a lot of an ingredients, it also usually takes a day or two to finish.
6. A potion of concealment prevents the user from being seen until he is noticed and then the potions wears off. ( cost of this ability is 2-3 energy)
7. Just like most scientist the usual poison or acid depending on what ingredients are put together.
*premade means they are the potions he has made before entering the games and are on his belt the others can be made inside the arena*
To explain what the energy cost system is pretty much my way of adding the last ability I wanted and balancing Sigmund. What happens is Sigmund has a total of 8 energy, when Sigmund drinks a potion he will lose a certain amount of energy but he will recover 1 energy per 2-3 posts by himself. If he consumes enough potions in succession to reach 8 energy Sigmund will go into berserker mode as I call it and turn into a uncontrollable monster that does what it pleases with strength and speed beyond that of a vampire or werewolf. The downside to this ability is after 3 posts by himself Sigmund will become dizzy and faint at the spot losing all strength and speed and consciousness and will lay there on the ground till 6-7 people have posted.
Also to add on to Sigmund he has learned two traps, this way he could catch critters but this also helps with other beings they are
1. Trip wire
2. Snare traps
Both of which tell you where the critter is or captures the critter. He also carries around a small knife of which he uses to cut animals and herbs and also any harmful beings. ↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I live for the studies of science and will achieve the goals I set or science sets for me no matter the cost that is needed. If there is something I want to learn or see to further my research, I will do the unthinkable to achieve it and if you don’t believe me ask about my patients and parents. I mean why else would people in my town call me MAD.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was born in to a family of scientist’s, so what I would grow up to become was inevitable. What I would do though was not. Not too long ago I became curious in the research of how to enhance human’s abilities to be on par with its predators. After many failed attempts and killed subjects I achieved my goal that I had been striving for. I had created a potion that would give human beings the strength to fight a vampire or werewolf. After doing so though I couldn’t stop there and I began creating a multitude of other potions to achieve heightened senses of other types. After finding out each was a success I decided I would try them out on myself, but I learned rather to quickly and magnificently what happens when I consumed to many potions in succession and because of this I turned into a monster and in doing so I lost my parents and became the abomination known as MAD in my town.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ My town didn’t like what I had become and done so out of sure rage and fear they entered me in a 1v1 battle to see who would be in the next game. They were hoping I would be killed in the 1v1 fight, but I was prepared with my potions and traps and to their disappointment I overcame my opponent and won and look where I am now.
"I try not to step on toes until I know how many sets there are. . . "
I have lived for a mere Twenty-four years. I am a Sorceress of Malandaia. I am on team two as a player. Males suit my fancy more than females do.
I have a few nicknames: Jano - Cyclone - Noah Janoah
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Janoah is an Elemental Sorceress that uses both Wind and Earth magic. Though she knows that she's at a disadvantage in practicing the contrasting elements, she's both confident in her abilities and happy with her level of skill. Her main use when she uses her magic a rocky shield and a 'wind knives', though she tries to avoid using either magic at the same time for too long of a period, as it's twice as draining. She always carries a stronger then steel short sword at her side, which was enchanted to cut only what she wished it to cut. She also carries a silver plated dagger which has been passed down from generation to generation within her blood line. Her regular abilities consist of a variety of sword play to well practiced stealth and some forms of martial fighting skills. She hasn't every focused too heavily on her physical abilities, as her magical ones are what needed the most attention.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Generally quiet until she's comfortable with those that she's around, Janoah is the type to observe before she acts, ever the cautious soul. She doesn't like to be caught by surprise, and often suffers from suppressed curiosity of the unknown. Though beautiful, she's often unaware of her looks, as she was isolated from regular company at a young age, and is surprisingly naive about life, though she's quick to adapt to her company, and much like a raging cyclone when her temper snaps; in such cases, she becomes rather rash and childish in temperament. She tends to sleep a lot, or whenever she's given the opportunity.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ From the time that she was born as a healthy babe, it was determined that she would one day compete in the Game. Those around her have been training her for her entire life for the Game, spending all their time trying to hone her magic to it's optimum level. Though young, she is told that she has remarkable magical endurance, but she suffers physically twice as much for her duel use. When she was finally deemed ready to participate in the tournament that would determine the team, she was sent in. She fully intends to do everything that she can to help win the stone.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ She entered the tournament as soon as she was given the opportunity, and well. . . here she is. She's not quite sure if she should be relieved to finally be acting out her life-long goal or terrified of the months to come.
"One man's 'magic' is another man's engineering. 'Supernatural' is a null word."
I have been around for thirty five years, but look twenty three years. I am a sorcerer and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team twenty as a player. Females suit my fancy more than males.
I have a few nicknames. Nik - Klaus But I would rather you call me Klaus.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ My abilities? Isn't that quite a question. Well alright then, I can mimic any ability that's in proximity of me, but only at half power. It's called Empathic Mimicry. Believe me, it can be quite useful. As of right now, I only have a few abilities that I make an effort to remember: Healing, only for myself not others. However, there is a one downside to it. There is one sweet spot in my body (where the cerebellum is... the part where the spine connects to the brain) that if you stab with a weapon, and leave it in, it's almost like I'm dead, but really thoroughly paralyzed. My body will start to appear as if a dead body would. I also have the ability to tell when someone is lying to me. A faint buzz in the back of my brain will go off if someone lies to me.
I am skilled with a wrist blades enchanted with ice that I have hidden under my sleeves. Though my abilities and magic is great, but if those fail me, I need to be able to protect myself when they fall through and have been training with them since I was young. I'm very skilled at everything that I have learned.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I'm a very private person. I don't like to really openly discuss about my personal life or get close to anyone, it leads to nothing but pain. I'm very calm as well, there is no point at getting mad at every little thing that happens in life. However, when I do get upset... and I'm talking "seeing red" as I've heard it put, it would do you best to run away. Charming... time and time again I have heard that I have a charming yet intimidating personality because of how smooth I can be with words. A bunch of nonsense if you ask me.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was born into a well known and powerful family, my father being a sorcerer, my mother human, and my older and younger brother also human. I was the only child to inherit my fathers sorcerer abilities. The 'sorcerer' side of me manifest when I was very young, and my parents immediately put me into training with some of the greatest sorcerers known around the world. As I trained, my mother grew ill, and my father and brothers neglected to tell me. Knowing that my mother was ill drove me to do better and learn faster. Though that didn't matter, she died when I was 13 and my family blamed it on me and my lack of training.
After basically getting disowned by my family, it drove me to work and train harder at becoming the best I can be. As I trained, I met a girl. She was beautiful, everything that I could ask for. We were together till I was 20, it was an amazing 3 years that I'll never forget. It was cut short when my brothers turned on me and decided that since I took our mother from them, they would take my girl from me. Thankfully with my teachers there to guide me, they helped me through that time and I didn't slack on my lessons.
Being betrayed and hurt motivated me... I will protect all those that I can. At the same time... I search for my brothers.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was actually wandering, traveling around and stumbled across this place. I was taken in and asked to join. I have nothing better to do, and it actually seems quite fun. So why not?
"If we keep on killing time, time will end up killing us..."
I have been around for over 500 years. I am a Vampire and affiliated with Zeladis I am on team Three as a Fighter. Females suit my fancy more than males do.
I have a few nicknames. (optional) Vamp - Elijah - k But I would rather you call me Kol.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kol has all the benefits of a normal vampire, and then some. Kol is an original vampire, the rare ones. Because of this he has the ability to control and manipulate fire, fire is his enemy as well as his ally. He is stronger than humans and most supernatural creatures, but not all. This makes him a great fighter/warrior as he can sneak up on the enemy without them really knowing where he is. Is good with a sword and other weapons but his biggest weapon is his fire and his sharp fangs.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kol is a very typical vampire, hyped up with a lust for blood. He is an arrogant bast*rd and everyone around him knows it. He isn't afraid of what he is but enjoys the pain and suffering when others are very much so afraid of him. He had the choice to shut off all emotions he may have felt if he were to be human, he lept at the chance and so now he cannot feel any sort of emotion unless there is a reason for him to flick the switch back and turn them all on again.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kol was born into the world as a normal baby 500 years back, he had no sign of being different or unique, or supernatural. His mother was a very strong being of immense power, she was a light being, not one of dark. She realised, when Kol was eighteen, that people don't live long and that she had to do something for Kol to stay forever young. She soon found others that felt this way, she turned dark so that he could be immortal, there were side effects, such as blood lust and sunlight etc... and then the vampires were born, dark creatures. Kol has lived over 500 years of pain, watching loved ones died, thats why he turned his emotions off after 100 years of death and murder...
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Word go around about the original vampire, he is very rare and great to have as a warrior. The king and queen invited him and he lept at the chance, thats how he got here, after passing some important tests and stuff!
