◆ : ABOUT ✖ PERSONALITY xxxxxxxxxxxx • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • He is very brave, courteous,and wise. He likes his alone time but also likes the company of others when he is not busy. He is a gracious and gentle demon and is very protective of those he loves. He has an adventurous spirit and loves to travel the lands. He loves telling stories of his adventures when asked. He has the perfect 'knighly' persona. Radek is considered the fatherly figure to 3 adopted demons, Khami, Nori, and Ruyaa.
Post-War-The Knight Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Radek rounded up his closest family and vowed to protect them no matter what. Even when times got really bad for them and some were lost he stood strong.
When you lose a loved one it will change you forever. After losing Khami, Radek became silent. He stopped telling his stories and began to spend more time alone.
◆ : ABOUT ✖ PERSONALITY xxxxxxxxxxxx • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Very gently and sweet.He is your typical 'nerd.' Loves the outdoors and exploring. He tries to be his best but due to his clumsiness he ends up making a fool of himself most of the time. He cannot swim so he fears deep water.
Post-War Nori kept to the depths for most of the war. She had a nice secure cave that she called “home.” Due to the amount of visitors to her pool she never had to venture far for anything she needed. Any creature that neared her pool was never seen again.
So far down in the lake the sunlight was a soft diffuse glow. Those once golden rays from above were only blue in this water now; and the deeper you got the less light there was. The rocks were silhouettes in the dim and this was where an orange and white scaled, elder winiko slept, hidden in a cave.
She did not sleep sound, for every surface ripple she sensed her body twitched. It was a long day for the ‘drowner,’ a successful day in her mind. Belly full, she stretched her aquatic body and turned over. Her cave was full of all kinds of this and that she had salvaged off her victims and their bones.
SPLASH!
Nori’s eyes grew wide, she listened. Too small to be a demon she thought but it was something to investigate none the less. The koi demon rippled her body and sank into the murky water.
Once at the cave entrance she focused in the direction of the sound and could see what looked to be a summoning amulet, slowly drifting to the bottom. With grace she quickly swam, flicking her tail back and forth.
Reaching out she grabbed it just before it hit the bottom, a sand cloud swirled up.
“Well well little one, mother would like you to come home...”
◆ ▌： FLING: ----- ◆ ▌： MATE: Wooed by Malagueño... Rp in progress.... ◆ ▌： OFFSPRING: ◆ ▌： FAMILIAR: Friar
◆ : ABOUT ✖ PERSONALITY xxxxxxxxxxxx • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Ruyaa is the smart one of the bunch. She's not shy. Well she tries not to be. She's outgoing and always make spontaneous decisions. Sometimes they work in her favor other times not so much. She LOVES collecting. She finds human made objects the most fascinating. She has a vivid imagination and always wants to make her 'dreams' a reality. Ruyaa spends a lot of time by herself reflecting on what her day was like and what she can do tomorrow to improve it! Did I mention she can sing to? Even though not many know she can. She keeps this talent a secret for the most part only letting it slip when she's comfortable around the person or area.
Post-War She became known as the "Siren" her personality changed during the war. She became darker, a shadow clung to her former self. She used her gift of song to lure unsuspected Wraik into her traps. Ruyaa would then “collect” something off them.
◆ : ABOUT ✖ PERSONALITY xxxxxxxxxxxx • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Bitter, stuck up, tries to be proper. To the point. Critical on others, rude, harsh, callous. b***h to clue it up! She can be high-strung most of the time and feels insecure about herself. She's quiet until someone pisses her off which is done quite easily then she's in your face.
Pre-war: It was a dark and stormy night. Rivulets of water poured from the eaves of an old stone castle rising high above the town. In a dimly lit chamber, at the top of the highest tower, a woman in midnight black robes assembled miscellaneous macabre ingredients: blood, bone fragments, various precious trinkets. From under her hood protruded a golden crown. It wasn’t common knowledge at the time, but the queen dabbled in the forbidden arts.
Tonight, for the first and last time, she performed a forgotten summoning ritual. From the nether crawled a small winiko named Arry.
Some time passed since that night. At first, she kept her new pet secret from all others and manipulated it into doing her bidding. Most of the time, the young demon didn’t even understand what it was actually doing.
Months passed and the queen's grip on the young winiko tightened as she was sworn to be her 'protector.' A series of family feuds were being waged at that time. Primarily, they concerned the right to the throne. The queen wanted it, but there were several other claimants, most notably her twin brother. Twas the night of the Samhain. Most of the villagers were drunk on wine and ale compliments of the crown. The queen thought this would be a perfect time to make her pet known. It was, after all, the night when demons roamed free.
Arry was to wait until the queen's brother was dragged away by some whore to make her move. She watched and waited for her chance. Stalking through the trees, light from the fires played off her form. Those who caught a glance of her cowered in fear, too stricken to move.
She arrived at her destination; a large fancy tent. Two guards were positioned to the front. Easily, she dispatched them. Shifting into the tent, she readied herself for the kill. It was quick, a slash across the throat to quell the scream. What happened next changed her forever.
Yells and cries came from behind with a familiar voice. It was 'The Queen'. Her master grabbed the brazier and knocked it into Arry's face yelling "Monster, King murder, ...demon." Arry was confused. She slashed her way through the tent and ran. Her face stung and throbbed. Looking back, she saw men armed with crossbows and torches everywhere. They hunted for her all night.
It was morning when she made it back to the queen's hold. The Queen was there, keeled over on the floor, hiding her face. “What...have...you...done!” She screamed, furious. She just wanted it to look like a demon attack. Laughing maniacally, she gripped at her dress and cried. When she turned to face her, Arry understood. Her master’s face was blistered and burned. What the queen hadn’t known was that, when she shed her blood for the summoning ritual, they were connected: body and spirit. When she injured Arry she wounded herself.
That night, after finally realizing her master’s manipulations and complete disregard for her wellbeing, Arry ended their bond, unsummoning herself until Pandora happened summoned her back to the mortal plane.
Post-War Arry didn't do much battling during the war. She hid for awhile but the concern for her family drove her out. She was last seen, by her daughter Mahina, being dragged off by a legion of Wraik. Her whereabouts are currently unknown. Pan can still sense her but it’s faint.
◆ : ABOUT ✖ PERSONALITY xxxxxxxxxxxx • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • He's a mysterious demon with a pleasing manner and graceful charm. He's a flirt and knows it. He loves to socialize and meet others. He's not afraid of change since he believes 'changes are a good thing'. He's eccentric. He has his moments of insecurity and often hides this with humor. His insecurities lead to jealousy. But he's working on that.
◆ : ABOUT ✖ PERSONALITY xxxxxxxxxxxx • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Very weird or 'odd' to new people/demons. She can be as skittish as a deer if you had to compare her to anything. Loves to run. She has the ability to communicate with animals. She keeps to herself most of the time but finds the company of earth's creatures to be an inviting company.
Pre-war: Summoned on Thanksgiving Day. When she was summoned she discovered that this day was a time to get together with family and friends and give thanks for what we have. Even though she never knew her parents; she had a brother to be thankful for.
Yolana became interest in acting and performance. This fascinated her to no degree! Pan spent hours taking her to concerts and shows. She practiced at home in front of HER family. One day she wishes to perform in front of a huge audience.
◆ : ABOUT ✖ PERSONALITY xxxxxxxxxxxx • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • She's a rebel. She hardly ever listens to her mother. She pretty much does what she wants. Mahina finds her joy in terrorizing small fuzzy creatures including her brother. She VERY jealous of her brother. As strong as she may seem she is sad that her mother spends so much time with her older brother. And when she does seem to get time with her Milo hurts himself and comes crying to her.
Pre-war: Mahina is the 2nd born child of Arry and Phoreko. During birth her left eye was damaged by her brothers horn. The only ones who know this are her mother and father. more to be added as she is developed...
Post-War Mahina seen her mother, Arry, being dragged off by the Wraik army. She stepped back from trying to help. Before she was swept to far Arry locked eyes with her. Using her telepathy she told her daughter to "RUN!" Instead Mahina froze and blacked out. She awoke to a nudge on her cheek. Blinking she thought she seen Blitzkrieg but as quick as the image appeared it vanished. Punt her familiar now stood in front of her chittering frantically at her. She knew then she had to look for her mother. Mahina was never really close to her mom. She blamed it all on her mother's’ affection for her older brother, who is also MIA. Maybe now it's time for her to be in her mother's eyes
Oh the NERVE. Mahina couldn't stand it any longer, the way her mother whined and sulked and and... groveled over her dumb missing brother. She raged inwardly, running quickly through the woods. What was she running for? Hell if she knew. It was better than walking and thinking about her pathetic mother.
She slowed, the salty scent of sea water hitting her nose. She had gone that far? No matter. She hadn't intended to go home tonight. Padding silently along what seemed to be a trail she finally came to a small cliff face facing directly out to the ocean.
"Damn mother," she grumbled. A snort of laughter came from her left and she jumped, instinctively hissing at her unseen visitor.
"You're telling me." the voice came closer and Blitzkrieg padded out from behind a pine, eyes not watching her but staring out across the rolling waters. The scars on his body shone eerily in the moonlight.
"What was that?"
"Mothers." he replied simply, finally turning to glance at her. "You're not the only one." She eyed the jagged mark beneath his eye. Neither said anything for a moment, and their eyes returned to the water.
"It's like she doesn't care I exist, it's all about my stupid, whineyass, useless brother." Mahina said after a moment, "Oh Milo you're missing, oh Milo I miss you... It just doesn't stop, all she does is lie around and grovel because she misses him so much." She rolled her eye.
"At least your mother acknowledges you," Blitzkrieg muttered, shaking his head. His eyes glanced to her. "Mine has tried to kill me, abandoned me as a child, and has some serious mental problems." His eyes narrowed. "I wonder what goes through her head sometimes."
"It's the same way," Mahina added, "I can't get why she would rather cry over him being gone than pay attention to someone right in front of you." A huff. "Blows my mind how much of a sissy she can be. Just like huim, I suppose."
Blitzkrieg circled in place twice, swatting a small stone out of the way before he lay there, pine needles protecting him from the cold ground. "What I don't understand," he started, favoring his scarred leg as he settled, "Is how you could forget something you know is yours. Leave it to die. I think about that every day."
Mahina settled a short distance from him, tail curling around to her side. Her eyes were staring out to sea, her rage at her mother still settled in her chest. "What happened?" she asked suddenly, still not fully looking at him. She didn't know why she was asking, for once it just felt right.He took a sharp breath, eyes dropping to the ground before gesturing with his paw.
"Do you see that stretch of beach?" She nodded. "After I was born my mother marched me here to meet the father I never knew. She pushed me to him, turned around, and walked back the way she came without even a goodbye. When I went to get my answers," he paused, turning his face to her and flexing out his scarred limb gingerly, "It didn't go so well. That changed me. I don't think I'd ever forgive her."
He shook his head, then swung his bangs from his eyes. "You?" he asked, watching the waves roll against the shore with a stone-cold expression, "You said she values your brother more?" Mahina nodded slowly, picking her next words carefully. She barely knew this guy.
"He was the baby," she started slowly, eyes focused forward. She could feel his gaze on her. "No matter how much I tried she always seemed to care more about him and his every little move. I didn't think I cared as much as I did."
"It sucks," Blitzkrieg muttered bluntly, "It seems everyone but us has what they want out of their family." Their eyes met for a moment before each quickly looked away, suddenly quite aware of the short distance between them.
"Nice night." Mahina muttered quietly, shifting herself. Blitzkrieg nodded slowly, shuffling where he lay.
