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Ooookay, sort of half ready with this. ^_^; I hope this is a decent enough profile and such...

Gaia Name: Dorobo Irien
Character Name: Jaden Greybeast
Age: Few Months
Race: Kitten?
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Squire
Second Class: N/A as of yet
Weapons: Claws and Teeth?

Appearance: A bit on the fluffy side still, the assumption is that she’ll grow out of her baby fur eventually. Black fur, other than a single white boot on her left, back foot. Her tail is inordinately long for her size, but eventually she hopes to grow into that as well. One golden eye and one blue, the kitten has an unnerving serious gaze and ability to focus on a single thing rather than everything at once.

Mid-back on the kitten, a few ridges ruffle her fur in an unusual way. Mundanes tend to see a kitten that is underfed, but to those that know better, there is something unusual there. However, approaching the strange cat to find out what those ridges are is another matter entirely.

Personality: For a kitten she seems to have a strange, serious personality. While her siblings still chase after anything that moves, Jaden had the personality and temperament of a cat far older than he. She likes to watch, anything and everything that passes before her eyes fall under the scrutiny of a bright intellect. There are, of course, moments where the kitten lapses back into the mode of those who are young and foolish.

History: Jaden was the last of her litter, hatching shortly after the others had already arrived. She doesn’t recall anything before coming to the mundane and though she’s only been alive a few short months, she is already aware that she is different from the other kittens in the litter.

The owner of Jaden’s mother placed an ad in the paper attempting to give the litter away for free. In pairs and singly, the other kittens of the litter were given away, eventually leaving only Jaden and her mother. An unnerving stare and intelligent expression had left those that considered taking Jaden unable to bring themselves to do so. There was something different about that black kitten from the others in the litter. Mundanes were unable to put their finger on just what it was, but they felt the difference never the less. Before the man could simply throw Jaden onto the street, the kitten left on her own, determined to find out what it was that made her so different from her siblings.

For the last month and a half her search has proved fruitless, for all the mortals of the realm see in her is a kitten. To his advantage this has resulted in free meals, though this is not what will sate her quest for knowledge. The most recent conclusion that Jaden has reached is that she is indeed not a cat. However, if she is not, what exactly is she?


Perhaps I should have put into my "flaws" when I applied to this guild is a lack fo gender identity and a terrible habit of switching tenses.. *ahem* Anyway, this is Jaden. ^_^


edit: oh yeah! And I'm still getting caught up on the ic posts, please don't hold it against me that I've yet to catch up on the ooc posts...

Yay! Kitties! *does a jig* I <3 Kitties! Na'fiel might not be too fond of them...but I think they're cute ^.^

No s**t man, it HATCHED.

*wonders what Arkus could possibly need for a weapon...*

Actually here's a breakdown of Arkus' strengths and weaknesses.

Melee Strength 5/5
Melee Defense 5/5
Ranged Strength 0/5
Ranged Defense 2/5

So yeah, maybe it is a gun xd He needs something other than bashing-you-in-the-face powers xd

Finally I got around to posting this! I am god!



Gaia Name: Jarlaxle Baenre
Character Name: Vas' Anudalajon deSelentre
Age: 16 (This is the age that the character appears to be and also the age when he had sealed the aspect of aging)
Race: Human (Half Elf)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Blood Magus
Second Class: Adept of Insanity
Third Class: Staff Mage

Weapons: Vas wields a staff crafted of coral, rubies and the bones of his sister, which he had killed in a fit of rage with his bare hands. Due to the staff's gruesome history, it possesses the power to drive anyone that holds it insane and to inflict unbearable pain and suffering of the mind. The headpiece of the staff consists of Vas's sister's hand clasping a candle, carved into the shape of her brother's twisted face. Indeed, true to its' abilities the staff, among other things, has driven the young killer insane beyond any cure. Serving as a faithful companion and a servant of destruction to the young boy the sentient weapon whispers foul thoughts and images into the wielder's head. Those who had the chance to research the staff couldn't find anything extraordinary about it, but some do believe that the voices which haunts the poor boy is one belonging to his sister's soul, seeking revenge for her unjust death.

Appearance: Most are terrified of the sight of a young man, in tattered robes, stained with blood to the point that the robe itself is red. His wizard’s clothing is studded with gold and blood stones, flowing up to his neck. Vas wears a half mask made of pure diamond and decorated with sheets of the reddest rubies and one large, eye ball sized ruby stone covers the eye hole. The mask itself was carved from Lira’s, his dead sister’s, skull, after the young boy went absolutely cannibalistic on her. Polished ruby stones are forcefully stabbed through various places in the magus’s skin, three berry sized rubies are placed under his left eye, from largest to smallest, from left to right. Under the robes, again, more rubies stabbed through the badly scarred skin, curving patterns, those slightly larger than the ones on the face. The boy's left arm is completely covered with somehow flexible yet just as tough ruby sheets which retreats at will to reveal the signs of wrist slashing. In fact the gems only look like rubies yet they are not. They are blood stones, as valuable and as hard as a ruby but more flexible, consisting of magically hardened and molded blood, in this case the blood belongs to the owner and his deceased sister, also possessing the arcane ability to hold weak souls within the stones as spell or ritual components. The young man is possessed with an unusual hair color, a mix of blood red and azure, with two long tails flowing down to the waist, half covering the eyes.

Personality: Vas has a truly wild and remarkable personality. After returning form banishment the boy was always paranoid and had random anger tantrums. As a child Vas never liked to talk much, always having his nose in a book. He grew up faster than he should have and the awe that he inspired in people made the youngster feel superior to everyone else. It was kind of a self inspired emotion, the one that he had earned while banished. In fact it is the paranoia and the anger that fuels one of his most critical and unique magics. Actually he had one like it before he was captured and confined within the ziggurat. As he has not been released yet no one knows what being confined for centuries has done to his brain. No one has been freed, or for that matter been sentenced to punishments such as this one. In the state that he is in now, Vas would blast just about anything he sees. Completely losing his mind, the only companion whom he truly trusts and talks to is his staff. Yes that is correct, the very staff that was carved from various bones of Lira.

History: A child prodigy, Vas came from rich family, knowing no pain, suffering or rejection. At the young age of six the boy proved himself to be one of the youngest spell weavers. Having mastered the basic fundamentals of magic with the help of long days, sitting in the library behind countless books. At the age of eight, Vas decided to make his way through the world. Being overconfident of his abilities he began a journey to be apprenticed by a select few sages. No, the young mageling didn’t want to go to any school, viewing all others inferior to him. For two years the boy traveled, being denied by those that he respected, until he had come upon the abode of the last mage on the list. That one had agreed to take him in. After a series of months passing Vas grew angry and rebellious, disliking the mage’s way of teaching. Being overly arrogant, the boy attacked the wizard in his sleep, simultaneously triggering a multitude of traps, one of them sending the wizard’s no good apprentice to another plane. Living for months in fear and hiding, the young man began to develop paranoia and animalistic survival instincts. All this time though, Vas was slowly losing his mind and his true self, but in return he was gaining pure uncontained genius. Perhaps madness, the visions, inspirations and the voices filled him with something. No one truly knew what to think of that. Through the eyes of insanity the young mage began to see new truths. The truth behind time, matter, appearance, words and much more. Not believing what was known as a fact to normal people forced Vas’s body to stop accepting these aspects common to mortal life. After a series of attempts and failures the boy finally succeeded in creating a breach through reality and breaking through to his old world.

Now being completely berserk, insane, coursing with power and paranoid, the mage rampaged all the way to his house. There he had spent a few more months, with his parents rejecting him as a failure and the villagers angry and terrified of him, mostly because of a streak of destruction that he had cause upon arrival. One person cared for him within that household, it was his sister, Lira. Eventually Vas had fallen in love with her, knowing that inset was wrong, but his love for her penetrated that thought and all doubt that the boy who was now becoming a man possessed. After about a month of hiding his secret the young mage had confessed his feelings to his sister. They had begun meeting each other at night, they kept it silent and secret from everyone, especially their parents. One night, finally Vas and Lira decided to have sex, it was the best night of the boy's life. For as long as he had lived he tried to grasp that memory, the feeling. He then tried to grasp the memory of that memory and so on, until only the thought remained. An empty thought, his insanity had finally begun to consume him. One day, at night, the father had caught the two in the act, brutally beating his daughter and Vas, who was at that point achieving a new level of critical paranoia. The wizard, full of burning hate and rage violently attacked and murdered his father, not before having some cruel amusement with the mangled but still living corpse. After seeing what had happened to her husband the mother ran away crying, unseen again until the villagers found her hanging dead within the barn. Horrified, Lira tried to run, making excuses why she needed to leave. No matter the excuse though, Vas wanted to go, until she flat out told the young man that she was afraid of him, that she did not believe in their love. In a fit of rage and sorrow, losing the grip on true reality the boy went on a killing spree, not recalling anything from the point when he regained the senses. The first thing that the magus saw within his mind was the vision of himself, chewing on flesh, tender, smooth familiar flesh. Later recognizing it as Lira's.

Horrified of what he had done, Vas decided to make a tribute to his only love. Spending a month of his time, the young adept collected all remains of his lover's blood and bones. Out of the blood he had made ruby hard stones, impaling each one into the scarred flesh of the body. Out of the bones he carved out a mask, to hide his shame, and a staff, to show the teenager's horror of the mind. Never having a place in the world Vas spent his time trying to achieve power and greatness, refusing to be forgotten. No one has been freed, or for that matter been sentenced to punishments such as this one. In the state that he is in now, Vas would blast just about anything he sees. Completely losing his mind, the only companion whom the boy truly trusted and talked to was his staff. Yes that is correct, the very staff that was carved from various bones of Lira.

--Later Vas realized the reason for what he did. He was a half elf, just as his sister. A half-breed. Being a half elf it the absolute worst. The elves look down on them, they develop their sexual maturity faster than the others. Humans hate them, for humans they mature too slowly. Lira was the only other half elf that he had known. This was the true reason behind their love. The only person that was similar to the boy… and he had killed her.--

Committing many reprehensible deeds in the quintessential form of anger, the boy was finally caught and bound to a living suit of armor. It took seven dozen of mages to capture him, out of which nineteen survived. Within the suit each body part was paralyzed so that it was impossible to draw blood, the mastery of this particular magus. Now drained of majority of the blood and the thoughts bound away from the body, this suit of armor keeps the world alive by containing the prisoner within. The suit functions by using blood as an energy source, to keep all areas blood free. It was unbreakable by any physical means and magical means alone. A specific ritual was required to release the captured one. At the end a large ziggurat was erected at the border of the main human kingdom and the elven woods, constantly being watch by the eternal vigilantes that need no rest or food.

First Rite of Initial Freedom: To perform the first ritual of release, several things are required:
1.) Seven young girls.
2.) Three pints of elven blood.
3.) One vial of silver dragon blood.
4.) Seven feathers of a celestial being. (Must have wings, obviously.)
5.) Skull of a friend.
6.) Heart of a lover.
7.) Book or knowledge of magic separation and combustion. Preferably use Gem Prisons in Three Hundred Steps (Elven Edition, Book XIV).
8.) A large, blessed bell.

First the females are to be placed in a small pit at the base of the confinement crystal. The skull is to be placed on the glass which covers the pit. The confinement crystal is to be sprinkled with the dragon blood, same goes for the girls. Each girl is to be given a feather, thus the same number of each. The lover’s heart should be left within a deep platter, the remainder of the dragon blood is to be poured here. The little crevices on the pedestal are to be filled with elven blood. Now comes the easy part. Ring the bell two times and start reciting the incantation taken from the Gem Prisons in Three Hundred Steps (Elven Edition, Book XIV). Following the verses within the book recite the first nineteen tenants inscribed on the bell. End the ritual by ringing the bell four times and speaking the name of the prisoner.

Second Sacrament of Concluding Freedom: As for the first rite and all other rituals this one needs some key ingredients without which this one is impossible to complete:
1.) One eye of the caster.
2.) One body of an elder elf. (Preferably high positioned for best chance of success.)
3.) Three sacred objects. (Objects that matter the most to three different people, one of which must be the caster. They can be living things, such as one’s family.)
4.) Ten pints of fresh human blood. (For better results it is preferred that either elven, demonic or draconic blood is used. Sometimes it helps to dilute the blood with that of a celestial being. Warning: Do not use more than one fifth of a pint of celestial blood as it will revoke the ritual and combust all magic in a ten mile radius.

After the first rite is performed, to fully release the prisoner the following actions must be taken. The eye shall be placed within the small dent on the armor’s forehead and to be safely locked in using the small cap. From the ten pints of blood a pentagram is to be drawn in an open space, be sure nothing interferes. Two of the sacred objects should be placed on the lower spikes of the pentagram and the one belonging to the caster is to be placed on the topmost one. The armor and the elven body should be position opposite of each other on the right and left spikes. After the setup is complete, all that remains is the recitation of the Magic Separation, Resurrection, Spirit Projection and Fuse Magic spells. If performed correctly the confined one should spawn in the very middle. All of the components will me destroyed in this and all rituals.

One warning though, to whomever might want to release this abomination: His hunger for blood and flesh never ends. The boy imprisoned within the ziggurat is the on who can transform whole bodies of water into blood. Think twice before releasing him. Even one drop of blood could be lethal as it would start a whole chain of destruction. Within insanity genius was found. Among other things the adept can see through lies and illusions, laws of matter do not bind him and his mind… is the world. It is his playground, his domain.

Mwahahaha! *evil laughter* I shall rule all!

Nah, he's got one ^.^