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.:Name:. Nadira Greyling

.:Age:.17

.:race:.Half demon

.:Appearance:.

.:Familiar:. Metta, A minor dragon, They only grow to be a few handspans in length, and usually have one main trait, that can be distiguished at birth by the color of their scales. Metta is a deep royal purple, and her special power is music.

.:Weapon:. War axe, Shruiken

. razz ersonality:. Nadira has a rather aloof personality. Many people stay away from her because of the unique color and shape of her eyes, although the rest of her looks perfectly normal. She spends most of the time studying, and is incredibly intelligent.

. razz osition/job:. Before discovering that Queen Jadera was also her mothers child, she worked as a kitchen drudge in one of the noble households, but she grew bolder everyday after attaining this knowledge and eventually confronted her sister with unquestionable evidence of their family ties. Within hours she was granted land, and station in the realm. She is a countess, her holdings a few miles off the shore in teir, but they are managed by trusted servents, and she spends most of the time serving as an advisor, and ambassador to Queen Jadeira in Esperanza.

.:Bio:.
Shortly after giving birth to Jadeira, her mother fled for her life, and took refuge on the shadow isles, believing with all her heart that she would be recieved with open arms, because of her service to their lord. She was not wrong, The higher demons gave her rooms to live in and allowed her to roam the islands at leisure. Eventually, inevitably she grew fond of one of the demon lords, who in turn thought she was lovely and took her hand in marriage. She was soon with child, and content in her home. But after bearing Jadeira her frail body was weak, and no longer sufficient to support two lives, she was unable to carry to term, and passed on after only 6 months of pregnancy, clinging to life just long enough to pass it on to her child. Her lord husband was disgusted with the childs pitiful size, and for causing the death of its mother. He banished it to the mainland along with one of the human slaves, who hid the baby with her relatives instead of selling her into slavery as she was charged to do.
She returned to the island empty handed, and instead of being banished in turn, as she expected was tossed into the unfriendly waters and ordered to swim the many miles to shore. Obviously the slave was never seen again. Despite the childs unhappy birthing, she grew up very happy, and had a reasonably normal childhood. The family called their fosterling, daughter, and she remained blissfully unaware of her parentage until her early teens, and even then she took it well enough, Her friends were used to her strange eyes, and did not comment on them anymore. All in all she was a very happy child. As she grew older she took up residence in one of the noble houses and worked as a kitchen drudge, sending her meager earnings back to her family to help pay the bills. Thats when she began observing the strange woman who ruled them all. she looked her up in her masters library and was surprised to see her own mothers name near the top of the page. Eventually she confronted the queen in her audience chamber, and was accepted into her family with mind numbing speed. The queen frequently called upon her for advice, and was always satisfied with her answers. She named her chief advisor and then eventually Royal ambassador.
Recently:
Having been sent as part of the delegation to Pearle, she was swept up in a horrible torrent of emotions when she found out about her sister's imprisonment back in Esperanza. A riot broke out, threatening all of the esperanzans with its terrible might including: Nadira, Lord Vermillion, Ankhe, Kado, and Arkayid. Vermillion easily subdoed the mob, by assuming his dragon form and scaring the pants off of the lot.
After many letters between herself, and the Esperanzan army it was decided that Queen Jadeira was beyond any help at the moment, and the best they could do was evacuate the country, taking along with them as many innocents as possible, and seeking refuge under the empress Lyra, of Houka. As that long night continued to unfold, they discovered the core of Sibel's evil plan, and Nadira left immediatley on horseback in a futile effort to save her homeland, her queen, and life as she knew it. She failed. Sibel had poisoned a staggering amount of the surrounding magical population, and with the aide of Jadiera's blood managed to not only carve a hole into the spirit realm, but also to return to power the lord of the underworld, Laos, Jadiera's father. The sun was only barely peeking over the horizol when the violent concussion shook through the entire world, spooking her horses into a mad dash after throwing their passanger into the dust. After that terrible spell had been put into action, there was no stopping it, a column of red smoke furled up into the sky, announcing the arrival of the end. Nadira curled up, and hid her face in her knees as she wept, unawares of the danger of her current position. An onslaut of magical backlash swept across the plains, and knocked her too her knees. The sheer power of that wave had more than little affect on Nadira. It drained the color out of her features, leaving her a mere ghost of what she once was, her deep green eyes were the result of a direct wave of air from the underworld that caught her unawares shortly after the first ordeal, nearly blinding her with is ferocity.

Name: Ankhe
Age: 17
Race: Shadow...critter
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Weapons: Besides the obvious (see pic); spear; dagger; rapier
Special abilities: Shadow Skill (Including the following: Shadow teleport, shadow forge/weapon, shadow slide, etc) Shadow Manipulation; Conjuration (Illusions)
Bio: She was born just two years before all hell broke loose with Laos and co. Not old enough to really understand any of it, though her mother was killed in the fight so she knew most everything about various battles. After Ankhe's mother was killed, she was taught by a rogue ninja that happened upon her one evening in a pub as a serving girl six years after Laos' demise. After that she went into the mountains of the Shadow Mire to experiment with her developing shadow skills. She came back out three years later.
Other: Note that she doesn't carry anything weapon like with her. She shapes weapons out of shadows so she never loses them. She is a fully certified Sorceress. Though most people think she cheated her way through so she is general treated as a mage student. ((Spoof's Reminder for herself: Make-up a magical hierarchy thinger...then proceed to put it into play. DON'T FORGET SPOOF!!! - Sorry about that, but I'll forget if I don't put this here.))

Character name(last, first,middle initial): Yamagata, Shavas, M
Gender: female
Species: Human
Age: 20
Birthdate: 11/13
Bio(be descriptive): She grew up in Yusote, Daughter of the local farmer, a b*****d, hated by most, and sold into slavery at the age of ten. She ended up a slave of the Wealthy Baron of Tique.
It was on her thirteenth birthday when she found the book, innocent at first glance. nestled at the end of a dusty row of books in the Barons personal library. Curiosity overtook common sense as she stroked the supple black leather binding, and tucked it into her apron. She locked herself in her room, and gazed at the complicated runes, recipes, and detailed paintings of a parralell universe, Tarturus. The power one could control through the practice of Necromancy, if only someone knew how to perform the forbidde practices, the secrets these so called demons could reviel if only someone could summon one of these magnificent beings. Her sudden lust for power became a physical need, she stole spell compnents from the barons personal store, and studied the various books on the Necromocon arts non stop. And then it happened, She had drawn the runes with the ease of much practice, and now knelt in the corner with the beloved book, laid open to the neccesary page. The words of power seared her mough, and throat, black fire dribbling down her chin, and enveloping her body in an eerie glow, Pain rolled through her body in bursts, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her soul withdrew, no longer controlling her body. Her voice rasped, and croaked as the last syllable dropped from her tongue.
She lay huddled in a heap, pain wracked her slender form, and she willed her self to look away wrom the writhing, pulsing form trapped in the circle of her power.
Time seemed to fly, as day became night, and the creature became restless, thrashing, and clawing at its bonds, and Shavas winced with each blow as if physically assaulted. On shaky legs she turned to gaze at the creature, and despite the pain, and the hate filled gaze it directed towards her, pride swelled in her bosum untill she was actually smiling at the hidious thing. Maybe she inderestimated the creature....maybe her mind was broken by the last few pain filled hours, but kneling she scratched her fingers across the floor at the things feet, breaking the circle and releasing its fury on the houshold, by dawn no living soul remained within a ten mile radious before the demon took off through the country side, its bloodlust momentarily satisfied. Shavas limped through the wreckage of the village, and gazed at her surroundings...mortified. A few days later she had moved to Teir, And though promising herself never to summon a demon again, she still practices the necromantic arts to this day.
Personality: Sort of a Flaky personality, and some would swear she was bi-polar, but shes really a sweet person once you get to know her, looking past all her evil obsessions anyways....
Weapons: A dirk, and rapier, and a dagger
Rank/side: (co alpha of guild) *evil*
Additional information: Despite her dark past and unusual interests Shavas isnt totally devoted to evil, She took classes at the tower of high sorcery in Teir, Fine tuning other abilities mostly Telekinises, and now is a bit more preficient at summoning lower level demons, and mind-to-mind speaking.
Description(place pic here along with powers etc.):Talented spy, Skilled In Telekinisis, and has an uncanny interest in the dark arts

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Name: Lord Toleranth, Ruler of the Seven Empires

Race: Interstellar Dragon/Archivist Sect

Abilities: Keen memory; special scales that allow him to bend the direction of light, the grasping of light, summoning magic, and the ability to share his gifts to one other that he chooses. He has a crystal necklace that gives him longevity and increased healing above his rather quick regeneration.

Appearance: Toleranth is quite massive, at 475ft. long from tip of snout to tip of tail, his body is covered in special scales that are of a tempered glass that retains solar heat, and his own natural body heat, when charged with instinctual energy they become reflective as mirrors would. In their dormant state they have a bronze-like color. He has two horns that are swept back looking and are about 3 ft in length, and have a smooth surface to them (females of this race have horns that are spiraled). His limbs have talons that when extended are close to a foot long, and when retracted are only about 5-6 inches. His tail is serpentine and can grasp objects, and terminates at a point with no tail weapon.

Age: 4998 years old by Earth standard time measurements.

Weapons: Talons, Teeth, Tail, and Horns

Weakness: Darkness is Tolly''s biggest weakness, and nighttime is when his magic is the weakest. He has a limited amount of energy he can use during darkness to defend himself, but usually opts to retreat until daylight to counterattack. His crystal necklace is another weakness, remove it or break it, he has a week to repair, retrieve, or replace it. During that weeks time he begins to age rapidly, becoming handicapped by the ailments of a dragon at his age.

Personality: Tolly is rather kind hearted, he would go the extra mile for a complete stranger with no favors in return. However, when crossed he has a nasty temper, and if driven to rage he would kill a best friend without blinking twice at a terrible price to his soul once he realized it after calming.

History: Tolly was born to the two regining dragons of the then empire. He was of the hatching from which the next two rulers would have been selected. Toleranth growing up never cared much for power, learning early off his desire to read and to gain his strength through knowledge as opposed to his 9 other brothers and sisters who did a combonation of learning and training in combat.

Tolly spent so much time in the great archive that he asked to become an archivest. This proved to be more then what Tolly was expecting, because in order to gain that job you must first know and display profiency in all the other jobs. His teacher being compassionate enough let tolly work the archive as well as donate a few months to training before taking each test. All the while his brother and sister were completing or working in their chosen occupations. Tolly was not worried about this, nor did he care if either of them got the job of ruling the empire. He continued his training until he was far matured in his form. Big as he was his teacher worried about his chances of being a active archivest in the main hall. The shelves were rather narrowly spaced.

So his teacher assigned him a field oppurtuinity, thus sending Tolly to the far reaches of the empire, traveling to gather infromation on various subjects, and putting this information down into texts to be taken back and shared with the whole of the empire. He was on assignment the day word came to him by messenger dragon, that he had been choosen to lead the empire, and with it his life changed for the better.

His first act as ruling lord was to push the boundries of the empire outward, peacefully settling the planets and gathering infromation on the various plants, animals, and intelligent life that lived on them. This push brought with it several cures to at the time serval deadly diseases that were slowly killing their population, threatening them with extinction.

All this pushing was not meet without opposition however, in his 346th year of rule, toleranth's forces encountered a rather nasty oppostion, another race who had a vast empire as well, and were intent of having theirs as well. The first lives exhanged in what became known as the Battle of the Heavens, a fierce month long battle which clamied thousands of lives on either side. However the cost, they denied any oppourtnity of peace, and on the tenth year and the toll of life in the millions, Toleranth finally let go the chance for peace, he ordered his forces to take whatever means were necessary. Those means were accompished along the Nexus front. A dense region of nebulas and a few aging stars. The main battle force of toleranth's opposition was lured into the center of the three opposing stars, and those stars were forced into Supernova. The effect was costly to both sides, but shift of morale was gained and in the closing months their empire began to crumble.

The welcome return to peace and peaceful measure in gaining ground were once again employed. Toleranth kept a teight regin on those who wish to continue on with the violent ways of gaining ground rather thent he complicated negoations required for peaceful occupations. In his 654th year of ruling Toleranth halted the advancement of his empire, in a full council he explained to the people that he had aquired more then his fair amount of lands to rule, and that his people were comfortably set to gorw without need of further occupation.

However, in the past three years to the present a major rise in population took place, and once again the threat was not their extinction. It was the death of the worlds they occupied, overcrowding, overdevlopment, and it was agreed that they had turned a blind eye to working with nature. The shifting of the populations, mostly dragons, took place, and with much improvement. It still wasn't enough and so the petitions came in one by one till toleranth agreed to expand once more. However during this expanison toleranth charged his sublords that the rules and goverments of the planets they land upon would be observed by his people, and not the other way around as it had been before. So that brings me to the present, Tolly has landed in this ancient land, and hoping to make it hsi home, and fight for it if need be.

Character name: Arkayid Shiro

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Birthdate: 6/7
Bio: Arkayid Shiro is the last child of Alhanelaroth Shiro and Auren Shiro, the former ruling couple of Teir. Their relationship was mostly built out of love and caring. Unfortunately events that lead up to the slaying of Laos, has completely annihilated Teir, killed their three other children, and killed Auren. Since Arkayid is the last child of Auren, Alhanelaroth is particularly fond and protective of this one, since he is the last of Auren�s progeny. Because of that fact, he has learned some of what Alhana knows of magic, not all of it though, but that�s simply due to the fact that he�s only been around for 15 years, and 7 of that, learning Magic. Other then that, he�s a bit experienced with living in the wilderness, since Alhana doesn�t trust herself anymore, since she destroyed Teir with a single, devastating blast.

Personality: Na�ve for the most part, as he doesn�t really know how to react in social circles and with other people.

Description: Coming in at an a massive seven feet, due to his mostly draconic lineage, he looks like a light-gold bipedal dragon, who inherited his father�s opposable thumbs. He does have wings, and can power-glide, but not full-blown flight. He also wears incredibly heavy armor as his father before him, but isn�t as sneaky as his father. His magic abilities are rather limited to low-power spells, but he can heal light wounds, do a bit of damage with his combat spells, which would include lightning, but he would have to concentrate on his opponent fully, and it would take time for him to actually fry them, and they aren�t paralyzed by the lighting either. He can also use his breath weapon, which is considerably more powerful, yet if he uses it, just about anyone sensitive to magic within a one mile radius would jerk their heads in his exact direction. He also knows basic survival spells to get around in the wilderness, and make any sort of wilderness stay more comfortable. His day to day wear consists loose, light clothing and his armor of choice is heavy plate-mail, but he is not as familiar or used to wearing such heavy armor.

Weapons: A great-sword, which is plain heavy-gauge steel (it�s heavier and a little stronger then normal steel), and a composite longbow that allows him to take advantage of his strength.