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Character Name: Maelona Cerise Astallo
Kingdom: Patience
Occupation/Class: Adopted princess
Age: Twenty two
Species: Half Banshee half Human
Gender: Female
Sex: Straight
Bio: Maelona never knew her real parents, she had been give up at birth. The only thing she leaned about her parents was that her mother was a banshee herself, beyond that she knows nothing, and has no desire to know anything else about them. She was adopted at a young age by the king and queen of Patience and was named a princess because her would be adopted siblings had been slaughtered.

Maelona grew up in a loving home despite the reasons she had been brought into the home. Everything was fairly normal for her, other than the fact that war broke out everywhere. She kept to herself, finding it was easier than being teased because her real parents didn't want her, and that she was only second best here. It saddened her to have people tell her this, though she wouldn't show it.

Years had passed, and the wars grew worse. Soon her two of her brothers had come back after hiding, though from there she watched as they were sent to Veritas for their safety. Though now her parents have sent her in their footsteps to keep her safe as well.
Weapons: A silver dagger she hides somewhere in her bodice.
Powers: Being a half banshee, she can place people into a hypnotic state with her voice. When people are placed into this state she can make them do just about anything she wishes of them. Another of her powers, which she refers to as 'The High Note' came in five stages. With this power, she can hit and sustain a high frequency note. Stage one causes glass to shatter, stage two causes the ears of the people around her to bleed. Stage three causes the body to become paralyzed, stage four shuts down the brain and begins to work on other organs, and to put it simply, stage five is death. This high note power can be battled however, though only in the first three stages. If a person begins to make their own sustained noise, the change in frequency disrupts the frequency the Maelona puts out, making the power useless. Also, the further you are away from the sound, the less it will effect you, if it effects you at all.
Other: (did we miss something?)
Description: Maelona stands at five feet six inches with a thin petite forum. Her skin looks as if it had been kissed by the sun, leaving it a lovely exotic tan. Her eyes are much like a stormy sea, a mixture of the gay of the sky and blue of the ocean. Her hair holds the same tint that a ravens feathers hold, she considers it a deep dimensional black.

Username: S i n k o t s u
Character Name: Apollo "Saint" Atlus
Kingdom: None.
Occupation/Class: Royal Shield
Age: 21
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Bio: At a young age, Apollo awoke one day to find his village being used as a camp for a group that called themselves the "Scarlet Zodiark." One of the escorts of the group called himself a Seer, and upon looking at the young boy, could feel a mystery, a heavy sense of destiny about him. After having convinced the captain of the group and bribing the boy's parents, he was taken with them as they left. Growing up, he was taught to be a warrior of grand scales, being trained daily and on occasion put in life-or-death situations. The Seer who had found him, who went by the moniker Master Lodiab, had brought him up as a student of his own, teaching him of the arcane arts, helping him to reach an inner peace, and developing his clairvoyance.

At the age of seventeen, he was formally inducted into their order, being branded with a tattoo on his arm, and was immediately put to work. Some time around his nineteenth birthday while meditating, he foresaw an assassination attempt on the master sage who had led the Zodiark. Letting the would-be assassin get as far as the sage's quarters, he thwarted the attempt on the sage's life and had a ceremony thrown in his honor. During the ceremony, he was branded once more, with a mark of honor over his left eye, and being bestowed the title of Royal Shield, as well as the well-deserved nickname "Saint." The reason it was well deserved was because on some of the campaigns he was sent to help shift in the order's favor, the commanders and captains had all noticed how he would go into battle with a divine fury about him, how he would strike down foe after foe with such a righteous fury and loyal vehemence.

After the ceremony in Apollo's honor ended and everyone had returned to their respective homes, another attempt was made. This attempt however, was a strike against their order, and not just it's leader. In a relatively drunken haze, one of the knights had come to fetch Apollo to help stabilize the situation, revealing to him in the process that Master Lodiab was the one behind the attack. The order's home burned to the ground around him as the Saint drew the blade his former master had made for him and fought a long, bloody battle. Having been struck down as his blade ran through the Seer, he was knocked unconscious and rescued by a wanderer. Waking up days later in a local village, he was nursed back to health by the residents who recognized the marks of the order on him, treating him as though a deity. After his health returned to him, he packed the few belongings he had left over and went to see what had become of his home. Saying a silent prayer for his brothers and sisters that had fallen and shed their blood for no reason as the rubble smoldered around him, he has since wandered the world, occasionally taking up a job as a bodyguard and at times of need, a Royal Shield as he was with the order.
Weapons: His blessed rune sword, Gospel.
Powers: Apollo has always been a bit clairvoyant, giving him some insight into what the future held. Of late, with much concentration, he has trained in the art and become more fluent in its ways.
Other: As far as personality goes, Apollo is generally focused on his meandering about the world. He is usually not one to joke unless he's had a few drinks in him, as well as being serious, but not to a fault. He will tackle any job he accepts with a calm devotion, seeing it through to it's completion. As far as favors and friendships go with him, loyalty is the main currency, anyone who has fought along side him can vouch for this. A little known fact about him however; he is prone to bouts of extreme pain. As far as he knows, the only reason for this is the level of intensity offered by the training he received in the clairvoyant arts.

His rune blade Gospel was forged the night of his induction into the Scarlet Zodiark, by his now late master Lodiab. Words of power etched into it's side, the only time Apollo has ever brought out the weapon's full potential was in his fight against his master, the closest thing he had to a father for most of his life. Having been soul-bound to him in the process of it's making, Lodiab ensured that should the blade ever fall into the wrong hands, no one would be able to claim the powers he had instilled in that weapon.
Description: Apollo is a relatively unkempt young man. Leaving his hair disheveled, his attire is usually simple, only ever bothering to put on more formal clothes whenever in the presence of royalty. He usually wears relatively loose fitting pants as well as his "battle-skirt" as he once called it jokingly. As far as footwear goes, depending on the situation he would either be in plated greaves or, more usually leather tabi, making it easier for him to keep silent, as well as hiding his position better.

Username: TheScorpioDragon
Character Name: Jack Rohaun
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Mercenary
Age: 22
Species: Tainted Human
Gender: Male
Sex: Heterosexual
Bio: Jack Rohaun is a cursed man of his own doing. He wanted the power to smite any foe that would stand against him and the woman he loved. This greed brought him to a Daemon named Xard.

By bringing the evil being a special set of gems would combine into a single unit once gathered, Xard granted this power to him; however, being a Daemon means every deal is not without a price to make it happen. Xard took control of Jack temporarily and forced him to take his beloved Nez's life with power he was given: A symbiotic arm with the power to relinquish souls. This sudden traumatic instance brought Jack back to his senses. Realizing what he had done, Jack turned on the daemon, Xard, but Xard escaped easily by transversing to another plane of existance.

Cursing himself, Jack vowed to slay the Daemon. He knew killing him would not bring back Nez, but it would make him feel better knowing he stopped the being from destroying anymore lives. So he hunts for Xard, finding ways to move from one plane to the next; Jack would collect souls of different varieties along the way to keep himself strong and from losing his resolve. For you see, the arm does just as much harm to the user as it does to strengthen him.

The soul taking arm gives power to those inflicted with it by consuming the good part of the soul. The evil half is sent to the complete gem where Xard may draw power from. This connection allows Jack to actually track Xard in a way, but only him. The down side to this power struggle, aside from giving strength to the enemy, is the hunger. Without a few fresh ones every so often, Jack can lose himself. The arm is alive, and it will influence Jack's actions if it is not fed. Normally Jack can pick and choose what he will feed on, but without a soul to keep it on track, Jack will berserk and go after whatever is alive.

Weapons: Masamune type kitana, Wraith symbiotic arm
Powers: Arm takes souls of those he kills to empower self. This translates to stat buffs such as strength, agility, fortitude, etc. Second power is teleportation within short distances or to different planes. Since each plane has different rules that govern them, this plane has actually weakened him considerably.
Other: Jack highly loathes himself for being a monster and for killing Nez. With every soul he takes, he feels less human and more demonic. He tries to stick to just eating small creatures to keep the arm sated because of this.
Description: Upper back length dark red hair with matching eyes. A very toned body. No facial hair except for eyebrows ofcourse. He wears a pair of tinted goggles and a hooded cloak to hide these features from public view.
He wears studded leather armor for mobility reasons, and he keeps his arm tightly bound in wrappings to hide it from view. He wears steel plated boots for protection; the boots are heavy, but they keep his feet from being stabbed all the way through. Beneath the armor he wears a grey cotton shirt and grey cotten trousers. Leather gets hot, so something light and that breathes is nice to have.
His face is young with a hard scowl normally across it. Life has not treated him kindly exactly, especially with being doomed to Hell in the end. Scars from ferocious battles litter his pale skin. He thinks they provide some extra protection against sharp blades, so he does not mind having them so much.

The demon arm, which is his left, is completely black. It looks boney, but it is quite thick. The hand is clawed, while the shoulder is spiked with six claw like prongs. Within the shoulder, the hand, and the elbow are three red orbs. These orbs are the sister set to the ones that Xard owns. These are the gems that actually contain the souls. Staring into them for too long can reveal the many wailing faces of souls within.

Username: Selena Lucania
Character Name: Naedira Illesande Riley
Kingdom: Humility
Occupation/Class: Princess
Age: 22
Species: half-human/half-faerie
Gender: Female
Sex: Straight, for the most part.

Bio: Naedira is the second born child to Royal Kingdom of Humility. Her mother was the second Queen to the current King—The original Queen having passed on. She is an intelligent girl that usually spends her time with her elder brother and heir to the throne, Prince Ryan. She has an interesting temperament for the Kingdom, and any…Discrepancies with her nature are blamed on her mixed blood. Though for the most part she adheres to the line of thought of her elders, and maintains a poised gentleness.

She was never taught to truly hate— But had always been taught right from wrong. Private lessons with her mother taught her about nature, the magical aspects of it, and the ways of the world. Her lessons were lengthy, considering few things were written— And most things of note are carried by the word. Her memorization skills always serve her well, and few things slip by her keen notice… Her mother does not believe in completely sheltering her, and slowly over the years, breaks it to her that not everything is as peaceful as life usually is in Humility… So when assassinations started she was shocked, but not so shocked that she was unable to function… Her first fear was for her elder brother. For as much as she was his little annoying sister, and he unassumingly indulged her, as was expected, she would simply die if anything happened to him.

Though she never expected he would be sent away. Surely, he could protect himself—Surely, the kingdom could protect its Prince. Just like it offered protection to its inhabitants… So she while she worried, it confused her that he was suddenly gone—And not long after, she received word that she would be joining him. She was sad to leave the perfect, lush greenery of her home, the cool waters and crisp air… The whispering of the trees she was familiar with, had known since birth. It bothered her more than words could express to go and leave her beloved parents behind…

But it was ordered. And despite the silent inner war that raged in her heart—It was sated by the fact that she would at least be able to see her brother.

Weapons: She doesn’t like weapons, and prefers not to use them. Has had light mandatory training in defensive, non-lethal combat.

Powers: As half-faerie, she has a natural affinity to nature and magic. Her abilities usually center around spoken spells and silent incantations. Humility makes it easy and hard to learn, because few things are written. So while she cannot simply go look something up, she is forced to remember it word for word upon learning it—Which servers her well later. She must spend time meditating with positive thoughts each morning, as negativity within her may affect the outcome of what she wishes. (An example of this would be her saying a phrase, and then a flower grows… It can be used for a variety of things. Like, praying for rain to help crops, use glamour to distort her image, ect…)

Other:

She can do small things with magic, parlor tricks, with barely any concentration or need for a spell—Such as, floating a light object, or causing a small light to appear in her hand, simply for the purpose of illumination.

She moves slightly faster than the average human.

Weaknesses: The metal of the moon (silver) is a friend to the faerie, but cold forged iron, steel, and lead are not. Even half human, iron touching her skin will cause her extreme pain, and will burn her skin as if it is a brand.

Salt: Glamour’s and other perception based spells can be weakened or broken by the presence of salt.

Description: She is naturally lovely, and takes after her mother’s darker complexion rather than her fathers. Her hair is dark brown, to black—Eyes a tumultuous shade of hazel. She is small, light, quick on her feet.

Username: (Name here)
Character Name: Noah Black
Kingdom: Justice
Occupation/Class: Monk
Age: 23
Species: Nephilim
Gender: Male
Sex: Chaste (undecided)
Bio: Noah was orphaned at a very young age and raised and cared for in the Abbey of the Black Monks near the border between his home land of Justice and their rival land of Hubris. The woman who brought the babe to their steps confided that Noah was a child of parents from both sides of the border, and could not hope to raise such a one. Identified by the Monks of the Abbey as a Nephilim by the scars on his back, Noah was adopted by the order and raised close to the Abbey's Priori, a man named Collin, who brought up the boy as would a father, and guided him in the ways of holiness and spiritual purity--the root of all his angelic powers, which developed slowly after the boy entered puberty. His strength was the first to develop, and Noah learned quickly to be gentle and careful with this gift. He found solace out of doors, working with the order's servants in the gardens or helping to build new structures for the Abbey. By the time he was sixteen, he could carry twice what any other experienced carpenter was used to lifting. Finding that this power drew attention from the more common people, he would use the opportunity to spread the word of peace and spiritual purity, but has always known that there are some that will not listen, and he respects that choice. He also practices what he preaches. Not only does he uphold his home virtue of Justice, but under Collin's tutelage, also strives to emulate all of the divine virtues, as these are the roots of his power. Thus, he has taken vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience. He would have taken the vow of stability and remained forever within the Abbey's walls, but Collin informed him that this was not his destiny. Since the plan was first made to bring the youth of the Ten Kingdoms together in hopes of ending the unrest between them, it was the will of the Abbot that Noah travel to that distant haven of the land-bound god Veritas, to show them by example of his own bloodline that peace between the Sins and Virtues was possible. Though it frightens Noah to be leaving the only home he has ever known, he takes heart in his mission, knowing that he will be delivering to these people a message for the greater good, and will keep in contact with the Abbey as often as he can.
Weapons: None (pacifist)
Powers: Descended from angels, he possesses their superhuman strength. He has also been meditating on a levitation ability; possibly flight. Who knows what other powers might awaken in time?
Other: Noah does not know the surname of either of his parents, and so has taken the surname 'Black' after the monks' order.
Also, though Noah has taken a vow of poverty, he keeps one intricate talisman about his neck; a gift from Priori Collin before he left. It is made of what appears to be black stone, and forms a strange and twisted shape which could be runes or letters that he is not familiar with. He wears it always.
Description: He stands at an easy 5'10", with the build of someone who has eaten moderately all of his life, and is used to working outside. His brown hair is streaked by the sun, and while his face, neck, hand, and feet have also known daylight, he has worn the black cassock all his days, and the rest of him is fair as the day he was born. He has a long nose, a gentle smile, and grass-green eyes. He possesses a pair of scars on his back, though his flesh has never known such wounds. For his vow of chastity, he wears simple clothing. Since he is no longer in the Abbey, he does not wear just a cassock anymore, but also has a few changes of shirts, breeches, and shoes.

Username:
Master Cliff Fate
Character Name:
Richard Bellerose
Kingdom:
Hubris
Occupation/Class:
Prince
Age:
19
Species:
Human/Immortal
Gender:
Male
Sex:
Straight
Bio:
On the Kings quest for extended life he looked to the immortals wooing a young female immortal and sleeping with her in an attempt to get his line to live on forever. After it was clear that he could not use her to get immortality she became just one of his many ex-lovers bearing him a child. The child like the other royals was well accepted and cared for. Richard grew up the normal life as a pampered royal child of hubris with all his siblings. He has always considered himself the most worthy of his siblings thanks to his immortal status. Obviously some day he hopes to be king and rule over the kingdom for all eternity. Whether his siblings like it or not is not that big of a concern. Accidents happen after all and despite his view of his siblings he actually does care for them. He would never tell himself that of course and if he ever killed one it would pain him. Then again he heals faster than most. All the other kingdoms are obviously not worthy of his presence though he will tolerate them if necessary. Obviously being sent to Veritas' castle was unwanted as he didn't really see the point. As if some common assassin could possibly kill him.
Weapons:
An elegant engraved katana
Powers:
Being part immortal he carries an immunity to poisons and a natural death with a slightly faster rate of healing than normal humans. If not killed in battle he has the potential to live forever. He is also capable of taking more punishment than a normal human thanks to his higher than normal healing rate.
Other:
He inherited his father's disinterest in a prolonged relationship and only considers his family even worthy of his presence. That is not to say he is against sharing his bed with a woman. Just not for more than one night as that is all they are worthy of. Servants are lower than dirt in his eyes though obviously Hubris servants are higher than other servants.
Description:
Fair skin with semi long blond hair. He stands at 6' 2" with an athletic build to him. He has bright gray eyes that are just dark enough to be considered gray and not white.