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Username: Moger

Character Name: Moger

Mailbox Number: 026

Demon Race: Oni

Age confused Appears to be in his late 20's

Appearance: As avatar. When he is in a state of destructive rage his head sprouts a pair of black horns, his size increases, his eyes turn bright green, and his skin will turn blue.

Clothing: Prefers clothing that will not restrict his movements. He relies only on his ability to resist pain and regenerate fatal wounds for protection.

Weapons: Baseball bat, other then that he relies on his own unholy strength.

Personality: Varies from cold hearted to cynical. He is constantly looking for "fun" and is not afraid to provoke someone. Always challenging himself, he will try his best to match his weaponry to his current opponent. When he is in his destructive rage he is unable to control his actions and may hurt an ally.

Background Information: Once a mighty warrior, he is now forced to stay hidden from the populous. Moger started his life as a human called Warrick. During an engagement with another warring community, Warrick gave himself to a powerful demon to insure his victory. He was eventually banished by the elders of his clan as a warning to all those who would give themselves to the demons. Consumed with the sadness of losing touch with everyone he every loved, he committed suicide. Killing himself the entity known as Moger took his human body from within himself. Warrick, having traveled into the underworld, had allowed Moger to remain on earth.

Many seasons have past since the time of old, and now Moger wishes to return to the battle field. His gaze turns upon the city of New York. He is currently a soldier without a purpose, something he means to remedy.

Update: Moger is no longer a demon.

Username: Bob of the Room

Character Name: Unthaem Increnis

Mailbox Number: 027

Demon Race: Animalian

Age: He remains unsure to the exact age, but he is hundreds of years old, somewhere around 400.

Appearance: He is tall and thin. His eyes resemble that of his animal, the crow. He has darker skin, and his eye color is black.
In demon form, his hands and feet are long claws, and large black feathered wings come from his back.

Clothing: He doesn't bother with anything fancy while among humans, preferring denim and wool.
In demon form, he wears a form-fitting black leather suit.

Weapons: While his claws work, he also uses a long halberd which he's nicknamed Talon, due to the hook on the end.

Personality: He is intimidating with his height, but with his own kin he is more of a gentle giant. He becomes extremely irritated when something of his is threatened, and becomes aggressive quickly when that happens.

Background Information: He can't remember his early years, but doesn't feel the need to at the same time. Otherwise, he spent most of his time wandering around New York (the state) before meeting more of his own kind in New York (the city).

Username: pattheirishman

Character Name: Manowar Crossvin Von Heissan

Mailbox Number:029

Demon Race: Animalian (unknown species)

Age: 24

Appearance: He has dark, soft, wavy, red hair that reaches to his elbows. He has a pale complexion. He has soft gentle eyes that are crystal blue with blood red streaks. He has short white horns that protrude more and more when he gets stronger. He has four blood red wings that are 2 feet taller than he is. He is 5 foot 8 inches. He is not very built.

Clothing: He wears a floor length trenchoat that conceils everything and anything he needs to hide. It is black and has chains attached to it. The chains hold up his long sword on his back. He wears a pair of grey leather converse. Underneath his coat he wears black jeans and an old black t-shirt.

Weapons: Long sword

Personality: He is an extremely kind but violent demon. His love is to torture and cause pain. He is loyal to his 'family'. He is very persuasive and is good at kissing asses. He rarely does but he knows how to get out of a tight spot when needed.

Background Information: He was raised by a young female vampire in Owega, New York. When he was a teenager his offered her his blood he served her in any and EVERY way. she took advantage of him mentally and sexually. He thought he was being loyal. He loved her but she wanted his body and blood after he let her have it. He left at the age of 16. He occasionally goes to see her. He has no clue where he came from before that. He came to New york looking for other demons and he found that and much more. . .

Username: Damien Drayfus
Character Name: Damien Drayfus
Mailbox Number: 009
Demon Race: Incubus
Age: 187
Appearance: His firey red hear covering his left eye, the only visable one appears to be red too. Despite that demonic attribute, his appearence is very much mortal. His form slender and toned, each muscle is refined.
Clothing: Generally a black silk shirt with leather trousers and a thick pair of boots to withstand any terrain. He wears a belt like object around his neck, a little something his father gave him... It wards many female demons away, for Damien is not the type to be near if you happen to be a member of the opposite sex.
Weapons: Accustomed to using his own hands, he rarely feels the need to possess weapons. The most he has is a silver knife, which he seldom uses.
Personality: Quite the charmer, Damien rather enjoys playing with his potential pray. Mostly female.. I'll let you use your imagination, there. Though, when alone, he tends to brood a lot.
Background Information: At a young age, Damien grew bored of his rather 'sheltered' life, striving to be up on the surface with mankind. Eventually escaping his restraints, he made it onto the mortal plain. And that is all you need to know.

((If there are any questions from other members or mods, don't hesitate to PM me. ^^ ))
Username: Willow Greye
Character Name: Willow "Guardian" Greye (a.k.a. Wg, or Wolf)
Mailbox Number: 031
Demon Race: Animalian (Wolf)
Also, because of the statement in the Animalian description that says they are usually mages of some sort, she's a fire mage. I know its states usually illusionists, but eh... she's not the usual. >>'
Age: 1,783 years (in Gaia time, about 3 years, with a LOT of events occuring in a short span of IRL time)
Appearance:
Normal/Usual Form:
A young 23 year old woman in appearance, with a height of 5'9, and a weight of 117 & 1/2 lbs. Her red hair goes down to her chin and often covers up her left eye. Her eyes are an amethyst color, often a tinge of gold can be seen around the pupils, if one were to actually want to get close enough to see. She has rather pale skin (probably because she doesn't like going out in the sun too often), and centimeter and half long fangs. She has the ears of wolf on the back of her head, that have several different dark shades of grey in them, and the tail of a wolf that also has several dark shades of grey. In this more human form, her katana and wakizashi are in a black case on her back, and her other weapons are concealed. This form is the normal one, not as agile as her full fledged form. She usually remains in this form whether in or out of battle.

Full Fledged Form:
Her full wolf form is that of a Pure black wolf, that carries two wings of what appears to be a demon. The wings are black, but have several shades of red and silver near the tips. Around her neck is a collar, with a strange dog tag, an odd, jagged picture of the moon enblazened in the metal. Her eyes would turn a golden yellow, that often holds a calm and collectiveness in its depths. Her demonic aura would be that of a rightous fury, glowing black, or red, and even at times glowing a pure white. In this form, she carried a single sword on her back, by a harness that looks much one used to pull dog sleds. The katana that was named after the Forsaken, rested in its sheath on her left side, attatched to the harness. This is Wg's most slender and agile form. Her speed doesn't increase much from the human form, but the accuracy of her attacks while she's running is a lot better, and she's able to keep her footing more often than not. Her wings allow her the ability to float for a short period of time, making arial attacks easier to perform, and landings much softer. Alo, there is a special powdery yellow substance that is formed on her wings, that seems to paralyze opponents if it gets on them. It's obviously absorbed through the skin, and effects the nervous system in a way that it numbs the body so completely that it's nearly impossible to move. Even if you were able to move, you'd probably end up falling flat on your face. Grace is the key to this form.

Clothing:
Casual Choice of Clothing:
Her casual choice for out of battle, usually consists of a pair of worn jeans, and a crimson colored long sleeved tunic. A pair of red streaked sneakers are usually on her feet, other wise she goes barefoot or with a pair of sandles. Though she doesn't usually wear much jewelry, she occasionally wears a pair of dangling earings with a strange celtic design. On her neck would be a choker, silver in color and a matching celtic design resting against the hollow of her throat rather delicately. Slung on her back, would be a black, hardleather case, a single leather strap holding it on her back.

Battle Uniform/Choice of Clothing
She almost always wears a uniform consisting of a pair of black pants, a dark red shirt, and a black leather trenchcoat that has silver ruins embroidered into the lining. The trenchcoat touched down to her ankles, and is frayed along the edges from long battles, and just time itself wearing away at it. On the back is a dark blue symbol, looking almost like a peace sign, only with a silver line going through it horizontally. Her black, steel-toed boots had faint, navy colored cross-like markings on the outer side of each boot. Just as well, she often wears soft leather gloves, the fingers of the gloves cut out of them allowing for her to have a better grip on her weaponry.

Weapons:
Basic, Intermediate, and some Advanced Fire Magic.

Colt 44:
This fire arm kept hidden away in her trenchcoat. Used in close range combat, and target practice. The gun is made of pure silver, and the handle is wrapped in leather. No holster specified. The safety of the gun is usually left on, unless Wg forgets to put it back on once she's done training, or with a fight.
Capacity of 6 bullets.
Normal Bullets:
((These are the bullets used unless specified different in a post))
These are the average bullets, no special chamber is built within them, but there are small ruins on the bullets that allow them to penetrate most barriers. The exception of the barriers are very simply the type of element used, and the only exception is an elemental water based barrier.
Poison/Paralysis Bullets:
These bullets are customized with small aerodynamic carvings, which also give a slight boost in the speed of the bullet, and with the accuracy. The bullets have a special small hollow chamber that realeases a poison gas into the target's body on contact. The poison is only meant to paralyze the target for approximately 15 seconds. In large doses, the poison could indeed be fatal.
Katana
This katana was forged by Wg herself 30 years ago. The shaft is slightly thicker than a normal katana shaft, by about 2 or 3 millimeters. It is approximately 28 inches in length. The sword wasn't named until after she left The Empire of the Forsaken, In honor of the sacrifices of her comrades, she named it "Forsaken" after the guild she had once been in long ago. The hilt was made of strong poplar, with several ruins carved into it with a holy knife. The hilt was then wrapped in the finest black leather available at the time. The shaft of the sword went all the way through the hilt, creating a strong, less brittle katana, unable to bend or warp easily. On the shaft of the sword, enshrined into the metal, was a short poem, though the words are so faded that now one can't even read the text. (The Sword is usually kept at the left hip, concealed by use of her trenchcoat when she's wearing it. If not, the weapon is usually hidden in a black, hardleather case shaped like a long box on her back.)

Personality:
She has a rather icy personality, at times, but once she is used to being around certain people, you may see a completely different side to her. She's not at all that trusting of people, but her loyalty in a guild is stronger than any other bond she could make. She may appear as a young and inexperienced, ignorant fighter, but she knows how to manipulate people to get what she needs. She's also fairly good with magic. Because of her nature as a demon, she can often act rather cold hearted, and arrogant. She can be pretty stubborn at times, but when something important is at stake, she throws away the act of hiding behind a cold mask, and gets a little more calm, serious, and (surprisingly) caring. There are times when she can act like a complete idiot, despite her evilness at other times.
She is a drifter of sorts. Her methods usually involved staying at one place for a while, and then moving on once she starts becoming too attatched, or the place is most likely to fall apart. However, this is a habit she has finally broken herself of, and remains closely linked with the people within a guild. She does, however, vacate frequently from one guild to another, in a rather small circle.
In this way, she knows many people within several different guilds, and is able to keep up with any activities that may be going on within the confines of the guild, or guilds.

Background Information:
This is actually an extremely shortened history. To see the full extent, please direct yourself to the journal. ^^' But For this Guild, I'll just start where the reincarnation occured. These are not the exact words in the Bio, but a summarrization of the events, as best as I can right now.

Born and raised as a guardian, Willow grew up to embrace her full-demon heritage. The town she lived in, worshipped the God, Eurion, of Fire. After many years of intense training, Willow was made the 13th Guardian of the Temple Eurion. In an incident 23 years following her being entrusted with the Guardanship, she was banished from the Temple by Eurion himself, and was found to have remembered a past life, in which she was not full demon, but only part. She remembered having been a part of a Guild called the Empire of the Forsaken, being taught to fight in an ongoing war by a man named Moushou, who had died within the guild fighting a manifestation of his own demon half. She remembered moving on from the Guild after discovering its bloody and disgraceful past of deceit, and coming to be a member of The Order of the Underworld, and her fight with someone who could have been the manifestation of her own fears and anger; Lord Agony...and how she had lost that fight so long ago. She then returned to the Order, her head brimming with lost memories to find the Guild under seige again, by the Guild Leader's mirrored reflection, Lord Aataris. After months of waging war against the Children of Aataris and Aataris himself, the Order was once again freed of its reign. The guild however, soon died. There were many attempts to revive it, but nothing seemed to bring the Guild back to its full and fiery glory. At this time, Willow moved on, going from one Guild to the next in dispair, finding some place to call home, only to have it ripped from beneath her very feet. And so, she had come to the understanding, that Gaia had to be united for her to finally rest. Of course, it was an impossible task, and she could not accomplish it alone, so she then continued on, looking for a place where she could find a "temporary peace".

Username: Graphite_Shadows

Character Name: Manoah

Mailbox Number: 033

Demon Race: shadow elemental

Age: 19

Appearance: Tall lanky girl with pale white skin, cool to the touch, She is not overtly attractive, but Her short choppy silvery hair coming down to her chin and metalic steel grey eyes seem to catch some people's attention. She also has a pair of surgically mounted Iron wings on her back that are functional due to modifications to her muscle structure and her abilities.

Clothing: She wears something close to a body suit, with vertical grey and gun metal stripes going down it all over, around her waist she has a large black leather belt with iron embelishments on it. The belt also holds up what can be called something of a long black skirt, open in the front mostly so you can see her leggings. she wears tall black leather boots worn with age and a very lage oversized black trench coat. You can never see her without it.

Weapons: Two daggers that she can infuse with her powers/abilities, Shadow maipulation, illusions, and wings if need be, the feathers are sharp and can cut any opperser fiercely.

Personality: She's quite quirky when you get to know her, Life alone has done nothing for her social skills or graces, which in turn tends to keep her quite around strangers, keeping to herself, not wanting to cause any trouble with the mortals.

Background Information: Living by herself in the less enjoyed bits of the city, Manoah only seems to come out on special occasions, making a bit of money of her talent of drawing anyone who was willing to give her a few dollars in return. A few she just drew and kept as her own personal collection. She cares noting for the war between the Lycans and vampires, as she always seems to get in an awkward situation and being in the middle of a fight.