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Character Name: Cell Amn

Age: 17

Race: Half-Demon

Status Within the Empire: Ex-Cleric turned mercenary

Weapon(s): Cell carries an axe forged centuries before his birth. He is not sure of the axe history or origin but only that he obtained it from an old friend. The axe has a thick shaft about four feet long. The head then consists of one edge being broad and hooked while the other squares our and form the edge of a war hammer.

Power(s): Cell has a good deal of control over earth.

Appearance: Cell is tall and thin, almost starved looking as his shoulder length hair hangs down and his green eyes twinkle with an inner light. Most of his angular features are cover by a worn and tattered brown robe that often has the hood thrown up to hide his pointed ears that extended several inches backward, coming to a sharp point. His lips rarely smile and when they do, canine like teeth glint dully.

History: Cell was once a priest to the God of Hope, Tinfil. He was respected and had potential to raise fare into the priestly ranks. Sadly, that was not to be so. At fifteen, he learned of his true heritage, as his power granted from his father, awoke in him and the priests exiled him for what he had become. With no home to return to, a dead mother and a forsaking father Cell was forced to wonder the roads, bearing the only thing he had, an axe given to him by his foster father, Trinel. Soon Cell was forced to begin his life as a petty thief and that soon lead to his admittance into a bandit clan that soon turned their services for any willing to pay them a pretty penny. Cell wishes to one day to return to the order, but given the way his life has turned, he finds that path likely to never return.

Shin watched Tamuril getting slapped and Takara falling tom her knees. It didn't look right. A queen should never have that little energy. Shin walked over and lighted her up Eveel had his tail around her, not a good sign. Thankfully the slowest of slow healer came running up. 'I thought I told him to hurry up.' Shin thought as the healer moved in to heal. Shin moved away from Takara, Eveel holding her up from the looks of it. He walked to Tamuril and pulled him up too. He didn't want him too close to Takara when she is geting healed. He might turn evil again.

As the other man ran into the hall, Eveel's scales prickled up, letting out a deep growl. Takara brought a hand up, laying it on the dragon's neck. At her touch his muscles went loose again, returning his attention to his mother who was leaning against him. Her skin was closed again, though her strength was still dwindling. She slipped off of Eveel, sitting up, though her back was leaned over with her hair cast over her face as she looked down at the floor. She heard something crack, and when she glanced over, she saw Eveel getting smaller. His bones cracked as his form returned to its smaller form, and within the next fifteen seconds he was back in his small tiny little body. He let out a soft whistle, jumping up onto her lap and cuddling against her legs.

"Mother, mother, mother!" Eveel whined, seeming innocent and harmless, just like he had before he'd suddenly changed size. He rolled on her lap, letting out a whistle that sounded close to cry before pressing the side of his small fragile body against the unwounded part of her stomach. He made a depressed purring sound, keeping his eyes closed before he rubbed his head against the hand that the queen had brought up and put over him.

"We're not sure." A healer stated, withdrawing her hands from the queen and glancing over at the dragon before looking up at the man. "For now just try to stay calm." Eveel made another: "Mother!" Before jumping off of Takara's lap and running around her in little circles. Then he suddenly froze, looking up at Tamuril and making a high-pitched growl at the pendant. He ran up and snapped at it, though he seemed to chicken-out and ran strait back to the safety of Takara's lap and resumed his worrying.

He stared at the dragon in surprise. "Evelskh canas" He said, which loosely meant changing dragon. He knew about them, but never actually saw them actually changed. He looked into the room and saw the men and their weapons, he swore silently looking back at the queen. He was thinking so quickly that he didn't notice or hear Karasi when she came. "Majesty, did those weapons cut or penetrate you?" He asked, indicating the middle-sized blades. His voice had a hint of desperation in them, and with good reason. The Ehsar often lined their blades with a certain type of poison, one that would keep the wound open and bleeding. They started using this poison when they found out that his people could heal quite quickly, and even faster with assisstance. The good thing was that his people were able to find an antidote to it and that he knew how to make it. The problem was that it was extremely painful for the person who is being treated.

((Deirdra! I was so sad because I thought that you left. You're back! -tackleglomps-))

Takara looked up at Khuni, slowly, Eveel wriggling beneath her hand. "...Those are not... the ones... however they look... like them...." Her throat was beginning to close up, and she bent her head open again as she tried to breath. She wanted to fall asleep, but she forced herself to stay awake, not wanting to seem anymore weak than how she did right now. But then she felt something warm on her wrist, and as her eyes went over to look, she could feel the diamond of fire letting out soft waves of energy. No one else seemed to be able to feel it, but that didn't surprise her. Then she felt the diamond of air reacting, letting out a pulse of energy through her body.

Then, Takara's throat closed up completely, cutting off any of her air. The bracelet on which the diamond fire was placed suddenly grew into a scorching heat. Then the heat shot up through her body, hissing at her insides. The air jewel pulled at her mind, making her mind shut down. Takara fell off to the side, Eveel squeaking as he jumped up. The heat disappeared, though she couldn't tell since she had fallen asleep. Her wound had stopped bleeding, the fire jewel burning away the parasite that had gotten in her body. But it could only do so much, seeing how any extreme temperatures would do serious damage to its wielder.

((...I can't think of anything to write because Takara is asleep... sweatdrop ))

He went into the room and had a look at the two guys there. He pulled of the masks they were wearing, looking at the masks. Now this is odd. He thought to himself. He then looked at the men. There was nothing strange about them that he could notice at the moment. He picked up the weapons, almost dropping them. They had a strange static sort of feeling to them. He blew on the blades on dark runes appeared on one of the blades, the one that was better crafted. "Now this is deffinately strange." He said to no one in perticular as the runes faded on the one blade. He set the middle-sized blades down and picked up the other ones, the ones that got to Takara. He sniffed the edge of the blades, nothing. Maybe they could've changed the poison to make it odourless. He thought, but there was no way he could test it safely. He put the blades down. If they were lined with poison, then he could prepare the neccessary remedy for Takara. He went outside of the room and asked the closest healer if they had hemlock and opium in stock.

((BWAHAHAHAHA!! Mythy gets long hair now...

As Takara awakend, Shin was at her side. He finally breathed as she opened her eyes. He stood up and moved the chair a little closer. The bark haired 17-year-old sat back down and watched Eveel and Takara. "How are you feeling?" Shin asked kindly. "You've been out for about 4 hours." Shin smiled and went to get her water. He came back with a glass in his hand. "Here." He said as he held it out to her.