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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:05 pm
↘ xxxx Aidan Fydar xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ Dark Tide Sorcere ↤ 
"Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time."
I have been around for a few centuries.
I am a sorcerer and from Ithus.
I am on team one as a player.
Males or females don't pose a difference. I fancy both.
I have a few nicknames.
Fy, Water, Ice
But I would rather you call me Aidan.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Wields magic of dark aspects. He also gained the ability to control some of the vital elements surrounding the Earth. But he prefers water, which is dark and sometimes a cold agony. He poses the ability to shape shift thanks to learning how to use the properties of water. He can cast spells, produce potions, and curse any of his enemies. He is also a swordsman and is swift while using the blades.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Cold with strangers, but friendly with people he knows. He is usually in solitude confinement, but can get comfortable with certain people. He is not as cold as he appears, and manages to get some people to enjoy his presence.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Coming from a family descending from an impressive line of sorcerers, Aidan, was basically forced to learn magic. He did not dislike it, but the pressure from his parents forced him to pursue dark magic. He later managed to gain knowledge about different kinds of magic and overpowered his siblings and father. Aidan was banished from his family and now roams the vast lands of Ithus to find his place to be.
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¯ ¯ ↘ His ability to use magic put him through the classifications. Also his skills in swordsmanship made him stand out from the crowd.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:25 pm
↘ xxxx Kirisiaru 'Kiri' Hideran xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The white shade ↤ 
"The past belongs to those who remember, the present to those who are lost, and the future to those who cannot turn back."
I have been around for over 700 years.
I am an elf and affiliated with Ithus.
I am on team one as a fighter.
I prefer people that catch my interest, regardless of gender.
I have a few nicknames.
Kiri - Sia - White Shade
But I would rather you call me Kiri.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri is a unique case among elves in terms of his abilities, at least in terms of his magic. He naturally has a proficiency for white magic, obviously, but also for enchanting weapons, specifically with a summoning charm, allowing the weapon to be called to the owner at will. As a result, he's taken the time in his long lifespan to craft and enchant a rather large arsenal of weapons to be summoned at a moment's notice. These weapons include, but may not be limited to: Throwing knives(unknown count), various daggers and dirks, one-handed swords of varying styles, a few longswords, hand-claws, a naginata-like polearm, and a large combat scythe. He has a tendency to summon the smaller weapons in his right hand before showing them, giving the illusion that the weapons are hidden in his sleeve. His age has allowed him to be highly proficient with each and every one of these weapons, as well as some formal training that got him started.
He's also a remarkably formidable hand-to-hand combatant, even for an elf, and is a fine example of elven stealth. His skill in white magic is rather subtle, but very effective as he focused on reading into the future over other areas. He trained to the point that he could glimpse ahead a few moments forward at will, even in the heat of battle, providing him what seems to be an unnatural level of luck in avoiding dangers and blows from enemies.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri is a rather quiet and distant person, at a glance anyway. He naturally comes off as enigmatic and mysterious, but also experienced and intelligent. These statements are all relatively true, but they do not describe him entirely. Beneath the mystery, Kiri is a fairly kind and caring person, willing to listen the problems of others or spend time with someone he's bonded with in some way. Despite his skill as a combatant and in stealth, he prefers to resolve conflicts quietly over bloodshed, but will not hesitate should the latter occur. It's unknown what he'd be like if he was ever angered, though it can be assumed that whoever angered him wouldn't live for much longer.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's past is largely kept hidden away, no one is even entirely sure what his whole face looks like. What is known is that like some elves, he was sent to the academy to be a warrior for the games at a young age, by both human and elven standards. However, he did not participate for a long time, deciding to grow and learn and hone his skills until he felt they were at their peak. He disappeared from public knowledge after he made that decision, and it's not known if he had parents or family to leave behind, nor is it clear when he left exactly. He eventually returned to the public eye some odd 400-500 years later, and strangely became a personal spy and assassin under the royal family's command. After in service to them for another century, the games were right around the corner and he was asked by the royal family to participate.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Aside from the Elven royal family hand-picking him for the games, Kiri was an official graduate of the Ithus academy that trained younglings for the games. He's an exemplary marksman with throwing knives and is nearly unmatched in his skill with dual weapons and polearms. His skill in white magic is largely unknown, but presumed to be rather refined.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:04 am
↘ xxxx Z e r o d a m u s xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ Demon of Decay ↤ 
". . .I will live on forever if I lose my life tonight. . ."
I have been around for a rather long time.
I am a demon and affiliated with Zeladis.
I am on team Zeladis for reconnaissance
Females suit my fancy more than males do.
I have a nicknames.
Zero
But I would rather you call me Zerodamus.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Atrophic Flame: Zerodamus can exert flames from feet and hands that are capable of wasting away objects that is accompanied with absolutely no sensation (Such as an extremely basic liquid that eats away at skin). His flames can also be used to propel himself upward. In some instances with a large amount of energy exerted, he can create large blasts of said flame with his body as the epicenter. These flames vary from periwinkle to dark blue in human form and cerise to vermilion red in demon form (vermilion and dark blue promoting the fastest decomposition).
Opinokinesis: Just like every other demon, Zero can alter one's ability to interpret the world, by changing the way they see, smell, taste, hear, or feel the world. He is able to manipulate the senses, make opponent limited to a single sense, to stop targets ability to operate senses, or may be able to implement other senses. (such as see objects that aren't real). Though it is not real, the sensation of pain is, making it harder for some creatures (i.e humans) to actually break out of said illusions.
His weaponry consists of a sword as well as wire. . .and needles, but he also has an adaptability to use anything he can get his hands on.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Zerodamus' behaviour is rather shady, but he is a demon after all. . .he is most surely someone that is not to be trusted, at all, unless one is trying to achieve a common goal with him. Then again one is not to be surprised if they are stabbed in the back (figuratively and literally). A snidely and crafted b*****d is another way to put his underhanded behaviour as he seems to know what to say and when to say it, one is better keeping him an arm's length away.
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¯ ¯ ↘ A demon born with a great deal of humanity but as time went on. . .it slowly deteriorated to whatever amount he has left. As time progressed, he began to feel intrigued with putting others in pain, testing this first with small animals. . .prodding them with needles and being excited at the whines or whimpers of discomfort and pain. since then he continued to test this, moving on to larger animals then people. But he still holds a sense a humanity in the ways that he will never attack a child, not matter how tempting it may be.
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¯ ¯ ↘ hand selected due to his sneaky behaviour. as being revered by many for his tactful approach to any situation. When he was invited, he stood up to the chance and had no second thought about it, believing it to be an honor that he was to be considered, not at all knowing about his own infamy.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:29 pm
↘ xxxx Tymor Mynhopison xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Colossus ↤ 
"ON A GOOD DAY I CAN SEE THE END FROM HERE."
I have been around for three hundred years.
I am a stone-and-metal golem affiliated with Malandaia.
I am on team two as a defender.
I am incapable of sexual desire and do not seek romance.
I have a few nicknames.
Colossus - Big Guy - Giant
But I would rather you call me Tymor.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I am practically indestructible, with unerring aim and an unbelievably strong arm. I favor my hands or a large club or cudgel when fighting, but I am known to use whatever is lying about to defend myself and my charge -- dead tree trunks, furniture, large stones, my opponents, etc. I do not sleep or eat, and my vision does not fail me in low or no light. I do not tire. I do not panic. I am serene and strong and resourceful.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Over the years, I have developed a small sense of humor. I am not as wise as my clay counterparts, however, so I often miss sarcasm and the drier wits. I do not form very strong emotional attachments, as that is not my purpose, but I have learned a bit about what it means to care for someone. For the most part, I am not strongly for or against anything, and I still lack some of the humanity my fellow golems earn at a faster pace than I. Many consider me flat, boring, monotone, and immovable, but I like to consider myself a friendly and warm being, at least for being a simulacrum.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I was created long ago by an Elfin sorcerer by the name of Mynhopi, to guard the Malandaian high council. There is not much more to be known about me after that, only that I cared for my charges well. A golem's life is not an interesting or detailed one. I could recount to you every single minute of my life since my birth, but I do not think you would care to hear the slow change of the colors of the walls of the council room from summer to fall.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I was the subject of debate some hundred and fifty years prior to this, as Mynhopi was to run in the Games. She begged the council to allow her to bring me as well, but after it was put to vote, I was considered a sapient being, and therefore my own master. I would not be considered a weapon, but another individual, and I had not won a single battle to place me on the team.
My creator died in the games. I was left to guard the council until I crumbled to dust, or was given another order. Recently, one of the elders of the council asked me if I might consider joining the games. I considered this an order, and so smashed and crushed my way into the team. I was asked to take charge as a champion, or team captain, but I am no master. I am a soldier built to follow orders and reclaim the stone for my people.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 9:33 pm
↘ xxxx Dantés Malverick xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ Master of the Bedroom ↤ 
"Just another toll to pay."
I have been around for over two thousand years.
I am an incubus affiliated with Zeladis.
I am on team Zeladis as Stealth Crew.
Females suit my taste more than males, but...
I have a nickname.
Danté
But I would rather you call me just Danté.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Dantes has a strong power to bend people at will through his touch. Infatuation is his fried in this case, because once he touches someone it's puts people in a trance 98% of the time making it to where he can get people to do just about anything that he wants. Of course some individuals -- especially the stronger ones -- can snap out of this deep "love" they hold for the him or not be infected at all. For those rare occasions he has other ways of bending people to his will.
Knowing a small amounts of magic, Dantes is able to trance people through spells of lust. Unlike his touch, people will know when he had placed a spell on them as the spell comes off of him in a way of a purple colored mist that surrounds his victim. This is only used when he wishes to be cautious or stealthy due to the fact that he cannot always get up close and personal with them. Another spell he can do is put his victim or target into a trance like state, leaving them lustful for a couple of minutes before passing out. With that spell mist does not surround the victim, but is instead covered with a form of dust -- otherwise known as "fairy dust" to some cultures.
When "fairy dust" comes into play the target will have nightmares about him, which does eventually drive them insane. If he is starving than Dantes will usually use this tactic to distract the victim of his sexual actions on the victims body.
Not liking to get his hands dirty with fighting he will usually use his sharp wit, spells, and touch. Although he is strongly experienced with close hand-to-hand combat, he will only use this when no other tactic is available since his magic won't always work.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Sarcasm is beauty in this case. While Dantés may seem uncaring at first he has no idea when to shut up. He likes to use his words to play with fire so to be speak, which he'd really like it no other way. His smart-a** remarks are irritating but it's all for his own sole amusement as he loves to see other people get upset. Even in the face of certain death he'll keep poking fun at it until he slips away.
Tying in with his sarcasm, Dantes can be rather playful whether it's with his 'food' or with a threat. Not only does he like to be sarcastic with them but he also likes to tease them a little to play with their emotions. Making them go from calm, to furious, to completely infatuated, back to furious again. However Dantes is a grown man, so he won't be behaving like any spoiled child and he won't be interested in playing any games unless it is purely for his amusement.
However you shouldn't be fooled by his 'charming' personality. Deadly and secretive, Dantes can easily grab who he wants and take them as his own. It's best to not let your guard down when Dantes is in the room or else you may become his next victim, or even worse...
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¯ ¯ ↘ Short, sweet, and to the point.
Born in in the fiery depths of Hell, I had grown accustomed to many things. Death, pain, sins, and the works. Of course I saw better things waiting for me in the Over World -- Earth. I lived most of my life secluded from most and had made my home in the forest where the Games have been held for years before I came in. As nice as a place it is I see myself getting bored of it and do plan on moving to one of the three cities the participate in the games. However I believe I'll actually take part in the games first before choosing a place to live. I never was a people person.
About my personal life, on the other hand....
I spent much of my childhood playing with the humans in the Over World, though they never really saw of it as playing. I'd tease, pick on, fight, and even haunt those that I wished to. In my teen years hormones started to kick in and that's when I first ventured into the darker demons on my mind. Once I had my "time" with my first victim I was considered a real incubus. As glorious as it is it does have it's down side, such as starving to death by not having sexual encounters and being a complete sex addict.
It wasn't until I reached my adulthood that I found that the rare and unexpected "gift" of parenthood came on to me. It's rare for an incubus or succubus to be able to have children, that being said not only was I surprised but completely against it. Unfortunately I had the same "gift" come up multiple times. Although I still talk to my children -- who are all adults now -- I refuses any relation to the half-blood who claims me as her father.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Dantés had been living in the forest of the games for some time really, but life gets boring after a while so he had finally decided to become part of these games that he so did enjoy watching. Although he would rather live his life in silent isolation, he'll be planning on moving to Zeladis once the game finished. Of course, before he does that, he has to see what working with a team will be like.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 5:38 am
↘ xxxx Cill xxxx ↙|_________________________________________________|↣ Knight Exile ↤ 
"A man is naught but flesh, bones and dreams. The last of these is the strongest and most fragile of the three"
I have been around twenty-four years.
I am a Darkling and affiliated with my 'Master'.
I am on team two, as a player.
Females suit my fancy more than males do.
[Pic is still being sought]
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Heavy Blades - Twin one sided blades on the heavy side of such weaponry. Hit like two handed axes.
Calm Storm - A combat style akin to berserking, but retaining mental stability. Focuses on full brutality and strength
Chaos Aura - Increases resistance to Chaos Domain Energies (Chaos, Light and Dark)
Chaotic Soul - Allows Cill to manipulate Chaos Energy, destabalizes minor spells, but is powered by life essence rather than magical energy. Very short range, and cannot be refined into effects other than generation and basic direction. (Like energy wave, spike and such) This is more of an elemental ability than a magic type)
Tyrant - A variant of hellhound bound to Cill. Serves as a mount.
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Not until I've had a few drinks ~ Cill
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I was born to the northern tribes. No we aren't all uncivilized. I served as Knight Exemplar along the Northern Reaches for years. After four years, I headed south, serving as merc. It was there I had the misfortune of meeting my 'Master'. It's under his command I'm in this 'Game'.
My entrance into the tournament was arranged by my demon, and I had no trouble proving my worth. Now it's just a matter of winning this game. And my freedom.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 5:04 pm
Gavyn Aldenxxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Dying Sorcerer ↤  "What a mystery this world, one day you love them and the next day you want to kill them a thousand times over." I have been around for 42 years. I am a Sorcerer and affiliated with Ithus I am on team one as a player. I haven't a preference. Either will do. Just call me Gavyn. ↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
¯ ¯ ↘ Gavyn is a Chaos Magic user, which gives him advantage over enemies, but also hinders him. He is able to heal wounds, unless they are totally fatal. He is able to cast simple luck charms, but it is more to entertain than anything. Only in his dreams can he catch glimpses of the future, and even then it is sometimes difficult to figure out when in the future and where in the future it occurs. Gavyn is also able to make appear a ball of light that he can carry in his hands. He believes it is his greatest magic.
Gavyn is also able to speak with the dead. He can also raise the dead, but only for a very brief period of time (only about eight to ten minutes). He can place bad luck on people if he wishes to. His greatest power in this dark magic is a curse he can use to bring immense pain and madness upon a person, so much so that the people will sometimes die.
While this magic sounds fantastic, it takes a heavy toll on Gavyn. Both white and black magic fight for control within him. When he releases one kind of magic, he must also release the other, else he fears it might force it's own way out. The magic has weakened him so that his muscles ache and he has constant headaches. He doesn't expect himself to live very longer, as he is being torn apart from the inside.
Besides his magic, he is also a gifted swordsman, having been in the army. A favorite toy of his that he has been using since he was young is a slingshot. Though replaced many times, his slingshot has always been a faithful companion. It must be noted that because of old war wounds (and the lesser fact that his powers are causing his body to deteriorate) he carries a cane with him. Do not undermine the cane. He will hit you with it.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Gavyn is actually a very friendly man. He can be kind of put-offish at first, but if you buy him a drink and share a story, he'll be sure to share stories too. He enjoys joking around and has made it a specialty when it comes to sarcasm. But, as having been a former general in the army, he is also very serious when it comes to things as tactics and battle. He has always been one to use his cunning before fists. He'd rather be the sly fox than the ferocious lion.
There is an air of pride and wisdom about Gavyn, an up-standingness, but has always been careful when his pride comes in. There's been many an occasion when he has had to swallow it in order to get the upper hand.
Finally, Gavyn doesn't cry. If you see him crying, you are either delirious, it is an illusion, it is trick of the light, or he is in a very unstable emotional state. He has cried too many times in the past to cry now.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Both Gavyn's parents were sorcerers, but that did not make his family great. Magic only softened the blow of living in poverty. Gavyn's mother was a young woman married to a brutish, older man. His mother, called Evelyn, was not beautiful. She was not ugly. Sometimes she was pretty. For the most part, she was rather plain, with her dark, matted hair and thin frame. Gavyn's father was a large man of muscle, gained from working in the fields, called Abram. He was deeply tanned and had a permanently mean look on his face. His dark hair and face contrasted with his very light eyes, a gene he passed down to Gavyn. As like Gavyn's mother, Abram was neither ugly, nor handsome, but plain. The mean look on Abram's face wasn't for nothing; he was quite mean. Gavyn got his first beating from his father when he was seven. This was a punishment for breaking a bowl. Gavyn wailed, but his mother could do nothing and it made no impression upon his father. They were poor, they had not many bowls. Gavyn had destroyed a luxury and was therefore punished.
When Gavyn was thirteen, he also went to the fields with his father and planted, tended to, and harvested whatever the crop they were designated for that season. Gavyn grew strong and tanned as he worked. As Gavyn grew to the age of sixteen, he was not like his father nor his mother. He was not plain looking, but quite handsome. Soon, Gavyn surpassed his father's strength as the old man grew older. This did him no good, however, whenever a beating was to happen. Gavyn never fought back when his father beat him, he couldn't. Gavyn did, however, intervene when his mother got a beating. He would do his best to take the brunt of it.
Soon, it was only Gavyn in the fields. His father had given it up and now often stayed in bars. This is the time Gavyn started fighting back. He hid the money in every hiding place he could think of, letting his father take as little as possible. One day, in a fit of rage at both Gavyn and his mother, Gavyn's father cursed Gavyn's mother and killed her. So over come with grief, Gavyn killed his father as his father had killed his mother. Quickly realizing he would be blamed for both deaths, he got all the money out of the hiding places, packed all the food and clothing he could carry, and set his home ablaze. Then, he escaped.
Now, to back pedal a bit. Throughout his early life, Gavyn had been honing his powers to the best of his abilities, without any teachers or much spare time. He first recognized his powers at the same age he got his first beating. He would often escape past the planting fields and into unused fields to try and control his magic. Poor Gavyn, though, knew very little about magic. His mother was an elemental user, drawn to the earth element. His father...used a much darker magic. As Gavyn was young, he was open to many kinds of magic. As a child he was very much prone to Light Magic. His first breakthrough in his abilities was when he was eight. It had been the first time he was able to make the glowing orb he is so fond of at present day. His mother did her best to teach Gavyn about magic. Gavyn, in turn, would often use his powers for his mother, such as healing small cuts she might have gotten while cooking and once or twice finding a lost button or earring. It was the day Gavyn had killed his father that was the first time he had ever used Dark Magic.
After Gavyn escaped his home, he tried not to dwell on the Dark Magic that had taken root alongside his Light Magic. That was, inevitably, impossible and, after meeting an older Sorcerer one night on a forest road, Gavyn had been persuaded to try and cultivate both magics inside him. To this day he cannot say whether he regrets this decision or not.
Like any other young man without any place to go, Gavyn joined the army, brimming with many kinds of people. He made many friends and was easy to get along with. While so optimistic, it was a war that shattered him. It was during his first war that he was able to really grasp his Dark Magic and use it to his and his comrades benefits. It was also where he really grasped the use of his White Magic, often going into field hospitals and helping heal his comrades alongside other White Magic users. One night, as he slept, he had a vision of the future, involving his company in a battle of some sort. It was very vivid in his mind when he awoke and, so shaken by the dream, went to his commander about it. His commander, in turn, took the dream seriously. Later that month, the events in the dream began to happen. Conscience of the fact, the commander made some key strategical decisions and not only won the battle, but also depleted the enemy's army as well as keeping low on casualties.
Gavyn was made general when he was 30, his Chaos Magic having become very set in him. He was a compassionate and heroic general, leading to many victories. In defeat he mourned the most, but did not give up hope. He was awarded many medals and became well known throughout the army. Gavyn's military career ended when he was 34. In the dead of night, his army was ambushed. Though they had superior numbers, they were cut down and slaughtered, overwhelmed by the stealth and surprise of the enemy. More than half of their numbers were killed in the short battle. Gavyn was forced to surrender and be taken prisoner. For a year he suffered torture and ridicule at the hands of the enemy, more so than any of his men. When he and his men were finally rescued, there were only a handful of them left, a pitiful 28 of them, including Gavyn.
If the men could be called broken, then Gavyn had been utterly destroyed. He had been tortured in the most horrendous ways, had been ridiculed beyond thought, and had been forced to watch man after man be executed, and the executions had not always been clean and swift. Gavyn had been found in a dark and filthy room. He had no covering and laid limp, his eyes staring at nothing, simply clouded over. It was later found that many ribs were broken, an arm was broken, and there had been evidence of his shoulders being dislocated and set again many times. Other unspeakable acts were found to have been acted out upon him including evidence of magical torture. It would later be found that Gavyn would walk with a limp in his right leg for most probably the remainder of his life.
Gavyn spent three years in recovery at a specialized hospital. For the first year and a half, he would often wake in the middle of the night, soaked with sweat and screaming terribly. For most of that time period he was either in a dazed state or under heavy dosages of tranquilizers. After that first year and a half, Gavyn did begin to make progress and was able to have conversations with people with having a break with reality. It even came down to him having nightmares only a few times a month. Three years after he had been admitted, he was released back into society, a nice government pension under his belt, to help "Compensation for a Weakened Sate of Mind Caused by Factors on the Field", as they phrased it. Gavyn drank a lot the first year out and sobered up the second year.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Gavyn had a wish to retrain himself again. After three years locked in hospital, his powers and practiced hand have now weakened. The Academy seemed like the perfect place to enroll. Being a former general and a user of Chaos Magic, he was quickly let in. Now all he had to do was stay in. He trained night and day, having few breaks in between. Though he was once very chatty and cheerful, during his first year training at The Academy, he was, instead, very quiet and unsociable. Gavyn fully intended in being picked for The Game, seeing it as the true test of his abilities. He made vast improvements in the first year, working his way up to the level he had been at before he had been captured, his body and mind remembering how to wield both blade and magic. Due to a past with battlefield knowledge and tactics, Gavyn was found suited to be a player in the games.
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TNTCo. rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 11:07 am
↘ xxxx Ҟale ᾌstaria ζucien xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Axe of Lucien ↤ 
"Of which do you enjoy most? The taste of FLESH....or the taste of BONE?"
The candles on my cake add up to Sixty Nine
I am a Fallen Roc and affiliated with Malandaia
Team Two will win with me as a Player
Females suit my fancy more than males do
I have a few nicknames
Luck of the Bone - The Axe of Lucien - Mistress of the Bones
But I would rather you call me Kale
Fully Transformed: Astaria
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¯ ¯ ↘ What shall I say about my abilities? I can be your bad luck or your nightmare. Which do you prefer? With a roll of 2, 6-sided dice tells my victim's fate. The number from 2 to 12 determines the power level for bad luck and realisticness for hallucinations of the victim.
For Hallucinations: 2-5 is slightly unrealistic and weak (from 1min-5min), 6-10 is a short but very realistic hallucination(15 mins to an hour), 11-12 is a long (2 to 3 hours)and very realistic hallucination.
For Bad Luck: 2-5 will miss the target but cause damage to nearby area to get in their way, or fall upon them. Weak power. 6-10 is a much more powerful attack, causing something unfortunate to happen, like the sword slip out of the target's hand. It still might miss the target & destroy the nearby area. 11-12 Is the strongest and most accurate blow. It could cause a snake to bite the intended victim, or begin to strangle them. It could also cause time space to rip open a black hole and swallow the intended victim.The victim also has a large play in this as my power affects everyone differently.
At the time of my fall to dark magic, My Neutral self lost the sight, the smell, and the white wings like other Rocs, I ran to my long lost master, the Ancient Demon, Lucien who gave me back my Roc abilities and my wings... but only to be revealed with innumerable pain and a surge of Adrenaline in my blood as I transform into a black magic winged predator. As more adrenaline pumps my blood, I become stronger and quicker than even some Roc. I have learned well how to keep the dark side mostly at bay, until I need her: Astaria.
To transform into Astaria, I utilize one bar of energy. To toss the dice and throw a curse, the cost is two bars of energy. As Astaria, I will gain one bar of energy in 25 mins of sleep. Or in 30 mins of rest. My physical power continues strong until I have less than 1 bar left of energy. My senses sharpen in my transformed mode as it used to be, and dark wings made from Lucien's black magic stretch from the stubs of my broken white wings. The number I roll on the dice is added to 2 to find the level of hallucination or bad luck. So, with 5 bars of health, she may transform and attack twice before passing out entirely into a coma.
When I am Neutral, it takes one bar of energy to toss the dice. I will gain one bar in 15 mins of sleep, or in 20 mins of rest. My physical power isn't as strong, My eyes aren't as sharp, My hearing is also less than it used to be before the fall.
With much meditation or through Lucid Dreams, I can foresee some parts of the future, but only about my own future, it seems.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Righteous. I know I am right all of the time, and I will fiercely back my opinion in case anyone else has something to say about that. It's almost better to just go along with me and trust that I have the right information. How I intend to use that information is where most people might disagree with me. What they don't know is the amount of reading I have done in my sixty nine years well prepared my mind with pure intelligence. However, just as anyone else, I have my dark side. Of course I used to have three of me in my head: Good, Neutral, and Evil. When the fraction of my mind happened after my birth, the ancient demon, Lucien, left me alive. I believe, for a specific purpose. I used to have nightmares about my evil side as a child and She, Astaria steadily became a larger force in my mind as even my Neutral side began to despair. At one point in my life, Good's entrapment of Neutral and Evil led to a mutiny within my mind.
My Father, a very high Councilman in Ithus, calls it Multiple Personality Disorder, but since birth, he had brainwashed me to know what Good vs Evil is, and thus forced out all parts of me. The first time I transformed in Astaria was also the first time that Good and Neutral were able to talk and begin to understand who Good was: a weakling, ill-prepared for the duties of war, as my Father described it. That night, I saw it in myself as well, but Astaria knew otherwise, she knew what I could become. I wanted to fight, so Astaria took control and I transformed into a white eyed, black winged beast hungering for death. Indeed, the taste of blood and flesh is my fetish, and to this day, it only takes enough adrenaline and thirst to bring her out.
When I am Neutral, I usually seem distant, maybe even shy, but it is just because I'm shut up in my own head. Of course, like I said before, I have no problems what-so-ever in speaking my mind when I feel obliged. I am alright working in a team, but I do not like leaders who are overreaching in the power they think they have. I have no problem with doing whatever the ******** I want instead. If I agree with them, I will gladly work with them.
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¯ ¯ ↘ There was once a time that I had great, expansive white wings upon my back and light hair paired with my green eyes: I was considered beautiful ever since my birth in Ithus. For fifty years I suffered under my Father's sexist rule. I began to search for what truth was to me. I came across exactly what I was looking for: the dots that appeared on my hands and feet are the marks of a tainted birth. Apparently, Lucien himself caused the fraction of my personality into three parts just after my birth. My mother obviously dying in the process. Lucien had gifted me then, laying a pair of dice underneath my pillow that night. My father had kept me reading inside, never out to see sunlight all because i wasn't the boy he needed to continue his legacy. My father couldn't stop me from Lucien's calling, I began sneaking out with a mask and hood to train with the other boys- and they were the only ones that treated me humanely. I spent the days reading and the nights fighting. I became who I wanted in those moments of pulverizing other men til their blood stained everything I wore. What freedom.
The day my Father said those simple words, and my mental instability fell through the cracks letting out the white eyed, black winged huntress. I attacked my Father with all my anger- an emotional break and big mistake. With much more strength than I, he quickly gained leverage, but the dice had already been thrown, double sixes. As he choked me, a boom sounded through our ears and a gravitational pull began to force upon us, stronger and stronger into the black hole that I created. He looked behind him at the white and black and translucent tear in space time. Right as he looks back to me, my two fingers plunge into his eyeballs and his grip drops to my wing, now holding even tighter. A Black tongue stretches out from the hole, wraps around him and drags him in screaming until his face tears off of my fingers which were still stuck in his sockets, and my wing tears off my back leaving nothing but a stub.I feasted on what was left of his brain matter and flesh. I licked his Skull clean and now I wear it for all to see what has become of Ithus.
That night, I ran as far as I could to the only person I had read about who might be able to help me: Lucien. I'm not sure how far I had traveled, but He did not come to me until I lay face down in the dirt from loss of blood. I wake up, back to my white wings: now tattered bloody and torn. What a most terrifying experience to wake up to as a Roc. Lucien helped me. He offered to help get back my wings and subdue my Good side which I had been trying to do for quite a long time. He placed a spell over my dark wings so that they would grow from my back when I have enough energy to sustain it. Otherwise, the spell would subside and I would go back to my Neutral self. As for my Good side, I chained her up in my mind, changed my last name to Lucien, Tore off my other white wing so that only 2 stubs on my back is the remnant of them. Until I transform, then magnificent, purple and black wings formed with the entwining dark magic that projects from the old stubs upon my back.
What pain I have endured, and as a prize for my willingness to see the truth of Lucien, I was given His Double Headed Axe and an array of poison dipped daggers now hidden around my body.
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¯ ¯ ↘ After training with Lucien, becoming antiquated with the arts of weaponry, meditation, and murdering, things got a bit murky when He crossed my line of respect once. I ran away again, further into the swamps of Malandaia. I came upon a small town at the edge of the forest who had even heard about my travelings as The Axe of Lucien. They just didn't know I was a girl. Everyone thought the Councilman of Ithus had a son, and I was able to pass as a human for a short time and entered into the contest as a fighter. I defeated one person after another with ease because of my sharp senses and ability to fight. I didn't even need to use my weaponry. Now they know I'm not human because of my fighting wonders them...they have yet to meet Astaria. I hope I run into my old fellow Ithus'ians.
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 3:48 am
↘ xxxx Enya Black Celestas xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Black Lady↤ 
"I always like to get my way.."
I have been around for a 100years.
I am a Sorceress and affiliated with Zeladis .
I am on team 3 as a fighter.
Males, Females either can catch my eyes..!
I have a few nicknames.
Black Lady- Enny- Anya
But I would rather you call me Enya.
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¯ ¯ ↘Her powers you might say are Chaos. She uses both white magic and black magic. However over the years she has found herself following the path towards the black magic. Her mind is always pulling towards the light and dark and dark mostly wins. Over the years she has learned how to steal someone’s lifespan. She speaks to the dead and uses them to get what she wants, or they help her fight her enemy. She can also bend the shadows around her, creating fake objects. This casting causes to drain a lot of her energy when she brings them forth to battle . Before she had traveled the Chaos path, Enya had always been strong using the fire element for good, now the element has left her...
Enya can still heal small wounds and cast small spells to aid others in need. She still uses her white magic she had learned many years ago, but when she uses one she seems to always use the other.She can feel her mind slipping each day. Sometimes though she can see the flame flickering life inside her calling her to stay.
Not only does she uses magic, but she always enjoyed the throwing daggers. She studied fighting over the years, finding hand and hand combat was to much for her mind and that throwing an object that was rather sharp was much better for her use. She carries a set that are strapped to her arms. ↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
¯ ¯ ↘ Enya has a split personality due to ripping her soul apart each year. She has stolen life over the years creating her once warm heart to turn cold. She's rather mysteries and seems rather odd at times. Some days Enya can be collected and warming, the girl she once was. Other days her darker side slips out and she tends to be moody and rather rude to those around her.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Enya lived in a small village with her mother and three older sisters, which all of them were witches. All of them were 'good' or 'light' witches and practiced magic with the elements. Enya always knew she was different from the first time she cast her own magic. Her first element she mastered was fire and soon she started to show potential of the fifth element, spirit. Her sisters were always there guiding her and making sure she didn’t travel to the dark side.
One day Enya returned home and discovered her home invaded. Everything was broken, scattered or turned over. As well the walls, and floors were covered with blood…her family’s blood. Everything good about Enya shattered that day and she was never the same again. She found who had killed her family and in return she stole all their souls one by one. When she found this gave her youth, Enya found she couldn’t stop herself from stealing souls from those that didn’t deserver to breath on this planet That warm, sweet girl that once used her magic for good, was now lost in the shadows.
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¯ ¯ Enya is here because the King and Queen seem to enjoy having her around. She grew bored picking off souls from humans and found her skills were needed for a much greater cause. The games had caught her attention. Once the King figured she wanted to join the games the figured she would be best as their defender. Besides this might keep her out of trouble for the time being…maybe.. .
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 6:35 am
↘ xxxx Μεмσґį Єℓιşε Άηεмσį xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ Nature's Ally ↤ 
"The answer to your question will arise when you no longer need to ask it."
I have been around for 345 years.
I am a Elf and affiliated with Ithus.
I am on team one as a tracker/healer
Males suit my fancy more than females do.
Some call me Elise
But I would rather you call me Memori
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¯ ¯ ↘Memori is proficient in many styles of melee fighting, mainly utilizing duel wielding of long swords. They are light and easy to wield with her enhanced agility aiding her. Being in tune with nature has granted Memori a boon, she is able to manipulate nature at will as well as converse with and request the aid of both magical and material animals. At times she has used white magic to heal small wounds but would rather let nature take its course, perhaps helped along by natural herbs and poltucies she has made from varied wild life.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Memori is a solemn woman, taking pride in her work with nature and enjoying both the solitude and quiet that comes with such work. She can be hot headed if something she cares for is put in danger, but she tends to rather think it out and plan before rushing head long into a battle unprepared. She can be considered some what eccentric for certain things, her little rituals often seem strange to the average person, but other than that she has been told she is a great listener. .
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¯ ¯ ↘ Memori's family is highly respected among Elf kind. Many of her siblings have become some of the worlds greatest trackers or fighters and she demanded to follow in their footsteps. She was hot headed and had even endangered her life once in an attempt to follow her brother on a mission. She trained often learning the ins and outs of melee, till she could even best her father a few times. Even still her father wanted to hear nothing more about it, already having so many children out defending the world. Memori rebelled and spent a century away from her family living with the woods and tending nature. When in fact it was nature that was tending to her...she was able to find a peace that came with living in touch with ones surrounding and was even able to utilize that in a fight. Finally no longer heart sick she went home only to find she had been selected to train at the academy.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Memori's family had sacrificed much for the alliance, three children to be exact. Of course there was pain and loss everywhere in the world, but when Memori's mother found her recruitment letter she cried for her daughter. Memori was indeed skilled in battle, both agile and swift in her swordplay. She was a talented hunter and tracker, but still her mother worried for her. It was when she came home after being away for so long that her mother realized her daughter had changed. She saw a level headedness about Memori that had never been there before. That and she had seemed to make some new friends. When she walked out to her daughter surrounded by wild life they scattered. However she proudly handed her the letter and smiled wishing her well.
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 6:53 pm
↘ xxxx Azrael Archaedes xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Luminous Judge ↤ 
"When the light comes out, the cockroaches scatter."
I have lived for 452 years.
I am an elf affiliated with Zeladis.
I am on team three as a warrior of light and herbalist.
Gender is irrelevant to my sexual interest.
I prefer people call me by my name or my appointed title.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I was blessed as a child with divine radiance. As I grew, my powers over light manifested into powerful weapons capable of shredding through flesh as well as darkness. I wield lances of pure light gifted to me by a divine being that saw my soul as pure. The being came as a mystery to my parents, but they were glad to accept the gift given to their lone child. I can create light sources with the flick of a wrist, but, as I stated previously, their most common use are as thrown lances.
I have the ability to blend into the light as others so often blend in with the shadow. If it is bright enough, I can meld into the light and allow it to cloak my being, just as a thief does in shadow.
I also have knowledge of a variety of plants and herbs for temporary boons to health, stamina, and perception. Although not nearly as developed as any alchemist, I am familiar with addressing wounds and tending to injuries of the mind, body, or spirit, mostly from my homeland and upbringing.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I was blessed because of the purity of my heart and raised by a proud set of parents, despite our adversities growing up in the poorer parts of the kingdom of elves. I have always been a fast learner with a penchant for memorization. I aspire to push my limits to their maximum capacities, both in mind and body. I know what I am capable of, and it is better than most people will ever achieve. I am a go-getter, a warrior of light that seeks to destroy those impure and unfit for positions of power. I have faced a great deal of adversity from non-believers, especially among my own kind, calling my gifts tainted and my God evil. I will prove them wrong. I believe in the Vampire Queen because she has chosen to believe in me, despite what my blood-born brothers and sisters think of my tactics and gifts. I embrace ambition in others and seek to demonstrate my abilities with fervor.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I was born to a poor family with a nearly-infertile mother. She tried for centuries to have a child to no avail. The same man, her life partner, felt as though their lives could be enriched if they focused their energies into prayer. So he prayed days and nights away, desperately searching for a deity who would answer their plight.
It seemed somehow that the prayers had been answered, because within about a year's time, the mother bore a child; a baby girl. Me. It was shortly thereafter that my parents were approached by a divine being of light, one that saw the purity in my divine-touched heart, that granted me the abilities of light from its own power source. Though I have never met this entity, I know of his name: Lucivius, the Lightbearer, Bringer of the Brilliance. I will never forget the power he has bestowed unto me. Neither would my parents.
Despite our impoverished circumstances, I lead a happy childhood honing my natural abilities, though it was mostly spent alone. People of the Elf Kingdom believed that the God who gifted me my abilities was not one of benevolence. They believed he was a God of tyranny, of harsh, unforgiving ambition; even some called him a God of extermination. I never believed that, and neither did my parents.We knew better, despite what those ignorant fools said. Why else would I have been blessed by a God? I need to show people the way.
I left the Elven Kingdom to protect my parents. People didn't appreciate my ambition, my abilities, or my God. They called me a false prophet...but I would show them.
I traveled alone to the kingdom of Zeladis. Where most people were keen to criticize my heritage, I showed them the error of their ways. My brazen march to the Queen and King of the kingdom left a wake of weakness so large that they couldn't help but notice me. Appreciating my passion, the Queen offered me a place among the kingdom if I could prove to her my abilities within the game. I will not fail her. With Lucivius as my guide, I will find my place in this world.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I made my place in the kingdom by carving out a path of weakness among those who wished to sabotage me. A great deal of this place is filled with darkness, but there are beacons of light among them, which tells me that the God of Light is still with me even now. I will walk in his light, a radiant dawn among dusk-touched lands. I will compete in these games and show the country my merit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 1:45 pm
↘ xxxx Aoi Akari xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The crimson fog ↤ 
"Death's not so bad... it's the dying part that can be truly horrifying... let me show you."
I have been around for about 75 years, in my current state, was aged a mere fifteen prior to that.
I am a Demon and affiliated with Malandaia.
I am on team two as a fighter.
I don't really fancy anyone...
I have a few nicknames.
Little red - 'Red'
But I would rather you call me Aoi or Red.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is a 'born' demon and possesses a relatively human body, but has incredible agility, speed and strength despite her small size. Due to a desire to avenge her death, she was granted two gifts of the underworld to help her, the first being the shroud of blood, which lets her levitate, pass through solid objects and teleport short distances in a red haze. The second is the Devouring blade, a demonic sword that eats away the life essence of anyone it cuts, regardless if the cut was fatal or not. However, the blade only saps small portions at a time if the cuts aren't lethal, a single cut can be considered equal to sapping about a day off the end of a person's lifespan and skin must be broken for this to occur. The resulting draining of life essence with each cut also drains the opponent's constitution more so than a cut would from a normal blade, regardless of severity. The life essence can then be converted into energy and magical power for Aoi, making her seem to grow progressively stronger as a battle wears on. If the blade kills someone outright, it absorbs the remainder of life the person would've had if they'd still been alive. She also knows some basic fire spells and trap curses.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is rather quiet and distant, not really one to talk to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She tends to favor being isolated over social settings and has shown a tendency to mutter to herself when alone, possibly talking to her shroud or the Devouring blade. In combat, she displays a hidden sadistic side, grinning darkly whenever she manages to overpower an opponent and preferring to take her time in defeating them. She also harbors a deep hatred for Werewolves, though only wolves and not the other were-species. If she ever manages to open up to anyone emotionally, it would be revealed that she's a very sad and tragic person and doesn't really know what her place in the world is anymore.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi's life prior to becoming a demon bears several eerie similarities to the old fairy tale of Little Red Riding hood. Her life was simple, but content, living with her parents and grandmother for most of her life. She was well known for having vibrant red hair and blue eyes. When she was about 12, her father was forced to join in a civilian militia to help put down an uprising population of werewolves nearby. He was sadly killed in the fighting and her mother fell into a deep depression after that, eventually losing the will to live and dying quietly one night.
Aoi moved out with her grandmother to a smaller cabin, the old place having too many painful memories for them both. The cabin was secluded and deeper into the forest than most were. Whenever food or other supplies were needed, Aoi would return to the town to get them, even performing small, odd jobs to pay for what she could get.
It was on one such trip after her fifteenth birthday that, when she returned to the cabin, came upon the horrifying sight of three werewolves eating her slain grandmother. Upon seeing the young girl, they indulged in a different hunger and literally raped her to death.
Even before dying, her soul managed to linger and hold onto enough hate and pain to avoid being sent straight to paradise. This allowed her to speak with Death himself and ask to be brought back as a demon, as she wanted to punish the wolves that had killed her. Death felt enough sympathy for the girl's circumstances and allowed it, even granting her the shroud of blood and Devouring blade to help her.
After coming back, she later learned that the wolves she'd... encountered, were not normal werewolves, but ones that had gone feral and lost their humanity. While this didn't lessen her hatred for wolves in general, it gave her a focus on which ones to slay as punishment. It's said that after her new uprising, the count of feral wolves decreased dramatically.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi was originally meant to be on the Zeladis team, simply because she was a demon, but she didn't agree with their true end-game ideas and instead sought out the Malandaia team. She was accepted with some initial caution and skepticism, but managed to prove herself of being genuine in wanting to join their team. Her reason for joining was to hopefully find a way to adequately punish all wolves for the crimes their feral cousins had committed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:21 pm
↘ xxxx Ώąġα xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ ஐ Ðąჩк Fєץ ஐ↤ 
"Come away, O child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand."
I have been around for all of creation.
I am a Fae and am a Mischievous Predator.
I intend on taking out every single creature that dares to intrude on my land
Driving you crazy suits my fancy more than life itself.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Naga is a dark fae giving her manipulation over all of her locations elements as well as dark magics. Illusions in the desert are her favorite past times, she can also offer an occasional pact with a creature if they give her something in return. While in her illusion appearance she is quick and nimble able to dart in and out of things. She has poisoned fangs as well as poisoned daggers on her sides. Naga is able to turn into a gargantuan snake with increased strength and speed.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Naga has always enjoyed tempting mortal creatures out into her desert to die. Often she will manipulate things behind the scenes then make a grand entrance sealing their death with a laugh.
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