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Main Races: ((If you want to choose something else, do PM me.))

Elf: One of the most famous creatures, it comes from the Norse tales of the Alfar, or elves, who were spirits of nature who were in the wind, and in the woods. The word "Alf" comes from "Alb", meaning fair or pale- the same word that is the root of "Albino". Norse myths tell of an elf-home, in another world; Alfheim, thus they are obviously intended to be otherworldly beings. There is a tale of a sorceress who could raise the dead because she was half elven; they are highly associated with magic.

Demons:
Modern worlds have demonized...that is, portrayed demons as purely evil creatures bent on diabolical... that is, evil plots, and tempters of man. This can be essentially true, but demons truly represent the wild, uninhibited soul, the free-spirit that embraces it's baser desires and impulses. Earliest records portray their ancestors as gods and goddesses of the underworld, but gods nonetheless. They are divine, in a wild, dark sort of way.

Angels:
Called many things in many regions, some may recognize them as Divas or, as their name means "messenger", in many other tales of messengers of the heavens; Hermes, gryphons, ravens, etc. They are incredibly quick, burn with a noble purity, and often advocate individual justice and fairness.

Nix:
Nix are water elves, also called sirens in greek mythology, where they were depicted as beautiful females luring sailors with their song. The Scandinavian näcken, nøkken, strömkarlen, Grim or Fosse-Grim were male water spirits who played enchanted songs on the violin, luring women and children to drown in lakes or streams. Sounds a bit like the Pied Piper, no? They are charming, and have a nasty habit of tempting passers-by into drowning, with their song. It can be quite on accident, as they may sing or play all the time, even when no one's nearby.

Jarl gathered a puff of impossibly cold, dense fog. It should have thinned as it spread, and yet it remained a thick vapour, some arcane elemental substance. The whole village was coated in fog , expanding and quickly rusting and rotting away the metal bands that held the construct of the water wheel together in a matter of days... it was an act of selfish frustration, for this wasn't the first time he'd had found a river suddenly unwelcoming, nor the first water-wheel. When was the last time he saw a fellow nix? Or anyone but a human for that matter? That was the real source of his frustration. In that fitting moment of reflection, he felt a dizzying flash, he felt the earth speak to him. He felt a connection fade, and some great voice implored him to travel to the ferry to the underworld, relinquishing it's child in a horrible moment. He stood in the river, dazed as the wind whispered to him"Go to the ark..." he thought, no more of his own volition than a flock of birds thinks "We must fly south."
This event was all it took for him to decide to leave- he hadn't been wanted here for some time now anyway. He left the river later that very day, in fact- nicking some human clothing, catching a few fish for his supper, and traveling south through the cold Russian night.

He stopped somewhere on the border of the Ukraine, and camped near a lake. He didn't need a fire, as the moonlight was incredibly bright, and cold was no issue for him; his body could stay warm in the Arctic Ocean if need be, no Nix would be likely to freeze to death. He glanced up at the full moon, and his eyes were drawn to how it played over the waves of the lake. Was he the only one who'd felt it? Was he mad?
Only a few centuries ago, man had been an interesting creature, yet now he was an intruding one, shaping the world to his own will, and that was all fine and good, but his kind could not be part of it, nor coexist with it.