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Name: Danika
Lv: 12
Experience:0/5000
Money: whatever she has in her pocket
Age: 21
Hair Style: long, usually braided, silver/blue color
Eye Color: same as her hair
Height: 5'6''
Physique: slim/slender, slightly muscled
Clothing/Equipment: she carries various knives and the like in her sleeves and other hidden pockets. (see picture for clothing)
Weapons: knives
Items: various potions.
Education and Training: she has tought herself through experience. she still has alot to learn but she should not be misunderstood
Special Skills: she has heightened speed and hearing.
Biography: she used to live in a small town with her father before he passed away. her mother has never been around so Danika had to learn to take care of herself when she was thirteen. she travels around working wherever she can, usually doing deliveries for people.

Lv: start at lv 12
Experience:0/5000
Money: (1000)
Age: 14
Hair Style: Long and spikey
Eye Color: red
Height: 5"8
Physique: Skinny
Clothing/Equipment: A red gunners jacket, pants, shirt,
Weapons: 2 smgs(Semi-automatic Machine Guns), and 2 katanas
Items: health, stamina potions, ammo packs
Education and Training: Knows enough to get around, skilled in fighting/tactics
Special Skills: alt form:Fox, beserk fox, colntrolls fire, beserk
Biography: none
Human:

Beserk:

Name: Nicodemus A. Daniel (V.I.P.)
Lv: 12
Experience:0/5000
Money: (1000)
Age: 21
Hair Style: Messy orange
Eye Color: Left is an icy-blue, Right is an earthy-green
Height: 5' 11"
Physique: Above-Average
Clothing/Equipment: Black or Green medieval/renaissance attire with silver jewelery
Weapons: Two katana, many shuriken, tooth and claw
Items: at least one potion (health)
Education and Training: He has a public high school diploma and was trained by an expert sorcerer and martial artist. He has also been taught to play the violin.
Special Skills: A few spells that draw on the moon's power and his physical ability is almost supernatural due to his lycanthropy. He has also become quite proficient with pyrokinesis.
Biography: His lycan father murdered his mother and left him in a human orphanage where he was raised by the state until his 5th birthday and cast out of society. A long-lost aunt took him in, only for the sake of his education, then threw him out after he graduated. During this time he spent as much time as possible with his sensei; before and after school, weekends, holidays, etc.

Human Form:

Full Transformation:

Name: Roy D. Kilien
Lv: 12
Experience:0/5000
Money: not that much...none actually

Age: 19
Hair Style: mostly brushed down and somewhat long, always been the color black since birth
Eye Color: dark blue
Height: 6'1
Physique: well muscled but all-in-all relatively skinny
Clothing/Equipment: Usually doesn't carry much on him then the clothes on his back. though does have a brief case of varied other black clothing. Ranging from a tuxedo, to well fitted casual wear.
Weapons: well to put it short, he really...doesn't have any. aside from a few scalpels that he carries around with him.
Items: as for items, nothing spectacular. Has about 2 vials of red liquid, a wallet with his ID in it, (though his ID just has the words 'f#ck off ' written on it in marker), and just his clothing on him. Oh, but what stands out on him most is that he has a little black box with highly decorated symbols on it in his pocket at ALL times. Inside the box is an assortment of small white pills. Also in his briefcase he a a medium sized "Crisis' Kit. which is just assortments of knives, medical tools, syringes, bandages and various kinds of pills and liquids used to perform operations, most suitable for EXPERT doctors and surgeons.
Education and Training: Roy knows a lot, or more than the average person should know, about the human anatomy. Aside from that he knows, or practically cares less for, other information. Roy's fighting style consist most of, well...dodging. Though when avoiding oppressive attacks, he prefers a method of break dancing, or avoids attacks in an awkward manner and uses surrounding material to aid in this. There really isn't much of a fight between him. All he does, on weaker foes at least, is lazily keep his hands in his pockets while sidestepping the enemy's attacks. He rarely throws a punch or touches the enemy, though, when he does, the general outcome is that he doesn't have to hit them again...
Special Skills: Roy has spent most of his time growing up learning how enemy techniques work an simply...avoiding them. A passive ability that he has obtained threw out his years in solitude and meditating, is that mind affecting spells or abilities he can seem to resist more.
Aside from that he has a well balanced knowledge of the dark arts and its offensive and defensive ways, which why it isn't uncommon if he narrowly avoids an attack made by foes. Most of this though is acquired when he hasn't taken his pills. The small white capsules he has in the little black box in his pocket is used to stabilize himself from his condition, which will be explained more below. to put it simple, when he takes a pill, he will have minor convulsions within his body, then settle down for a bit. once a pill has been ingested his pupils will dilate, muscle tension tighten, and an increased aware sense of things around him. His reaction time more than quadruples, physical strength minor increase, and all of this happens for just a few minutes. Regeneration of most internal organs and outer tissue becomes apparent also. What is most, or should i say least noticeable, is the density of his bones increase exponentially. Hard enough to stop a blade or even a bullet. After just a few minutes though the effect dies down and in most cases, soon after transforming back, he blacks out.
Biography: At the simple age of 10, roy had come down with heart cancer. living in poverty, his parents could only afford enough to find out the illness, but leaving him in the hospital was to much on there money budget, so they couldn't keep roy in there any longer. Roy had a hard time breathing from then on and severed from random black outs. His parents knew hope was lost for him so, during an episode in which roy had blacked out, they had brought him to nearby train station, and secretly placed him on one of the open carts in the back. They didn't want to bare watching there only son perish away.
Well, just a few hours later, during nightfall, Roy had awoken, but as careless as he was, stood up and stumbled around as the train was moving. in panic, and basically blind in the dark, stumbled out of the moving cart and tumbled along an open field, skidding to an abrupt stop on the grass as the train continued onward. he lay there, in the cold of the night, still conscious but writhing in immense pain.
"ohh, now what is this?" Am eerie voice came up from above. Roy barely managed to maneuver his head to the side to see a tall figure covered in a black torn up cloak, white fangs and a glowing red eye reflected from the moonlight. "Abandon by his family, ill stricken, now now...that must be a terrible thing to live threw" the shady figure knelt down next to the boy. "i could end it right now, all of your pain, misery..." The figure continued to speak, but roy didn't respond. "i see..." The cloaked man knelt then pulled out a knife from his pocket, and on in one swift motion flung it down upon roy...though right then roy turned quickly and blocked it with his arm, the knife piercing deep within his forearm.
"b-burn...in hell!" Roy cursed and opened his eyes as blood dripped down from his arm onto his face. the look in roy's eyes was that of hatred, yet determination.
"Oh, would you look at that..." the cloaked man pulled his dagger from the boys arm. "i like that...even in the face of utter and complete death, you hold your ground..." The man paused for a moment, then placed the dagger back within his cloak. "I'm gonna give you a gift boy, and you remember this as a blessing to your most pathetic life...well, not anymore at least." the man grinned and opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs. he quickly pushed passed roy's arm and dug his teeth deep within roy's neck...
- 9 years later -
Roy cannot help but always remember that night. he had researched since that day of what, or whom had bit him. neither vampire nor werewolf, or threw any other database could he figure out the origin of what had infected his body. whatever it was though, had fused together with most of the cancer cells, and significantly slowed down the process of which the cancer spreads throughout his body. It has also increased his metabolism, muscles, flexibility, and all 5 senses. But, on random occurrences, unknown to Roy, he has the sudden urge to feed on other human beings, or whatever has blood flowing threw it's veins. Fangs grow on him, ears spike up, pupils dilate, all of which happens unless he takes a capsule he himself made to stop this effect. The capsule itself substitutes the urge to feed instead with similar effects, which he can keep a constant thought of mind and won't loose himself. The other medication carries along with him is to help aid in his heart cancer. He has calculated it out many times over, and had come to the solution that the cancer, even with it being slowed down at a increasing rate, will end up killing him within a year and a half unless a solution is found. so here he stands, in front of the gates to the entrance of Haven. With his belongings in a briefcase he has with him, and the clothes on his back. He had heard rumors of this place and researched it well. Perhaps here, as the days go by bringing him closer and closer to death, may he find a solution to his illness. He coughs a little, and looks down at his hand to see blood.
"time is running out..." he mumbles to himself, then pushes open the gates of Haven and makes his way inward.