OTHER:Gaia name: Kyra Verox
Character name: Siria
Race: Human
Age: 17
Appearance:
- 5'5"
- Brown hair w/ purple tips
- Gold eyes
- Bandages around neck
- Wears a bottle of poison around her neck
- Belts w/ poisons/bombs/darts/etc.
- Poison claws
- Hooded cloak
Bio: Siria's parents died in a battle's crossfire, so she doesn't really blame either side for their deaths. Having developed a 'kill or be killed' mentallity, she sought out a poisons master and became an apprentice after several painful and deadly trails (swallowing and living through the effects of poison, etc). She is now very skilled with poisons and creates her own, but is far from perfect with weapons. Her weakness is a spot on her spine that, when hit, causes her to collapse. It is an incurable medical condition. In order to survive, and to pay for all of her expensive research, she became an assassin. It also provides her with ample test subjects for her new poisons.
Profession: Assassin
Other:
Abilities:
Master with poisons
Weapons:
- Kunai
- Throwing stars
- Poison claws
- Poison darts
- Gas bombs
The Alliance I belong to: Neither, but prefers Human/Undead
Crush: None yetSiria - Profile SheetSiria - CharacterGaia name: Levi X2
Character name: Vincent Anderson
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Bio: Vincent is Levi's older brother who unlike his brother is evil. He left his clan and started recruting his own force to help him rule the world.
Profession: Leader of a group of outcasts.
Other: Chainsaw Sword in pic.
The Alliance I belong to: None
Crush:none
Gaia name: Levi X2
Character name: Travis Cross
Race: Human
Appearance:
Bio: Travis is a mercinary who helps anyone in need. He has always hated war so he didnt really have a faction, when his family was killed he got drawn into the war. And so far he has no side.
Profession:Mercinary
Other: his weapon is the spear in pic.
The Alliance I belong to:none yet.
Crush:none
Gaia name: Patrick Teague
Character name: Nikolai Cyrano
Race: Demon-tainted Human (if allowed. if not, then Human)
Appearance: Pale and fine-featured, scarred. gray eyes that shift to red when the (demonic) taint is strong, very long unruly black hair with white streaks. face partially hidden by old black hat. old, well-worn black shirt, silver breastplate with gold trim. dark leather long coat with buckles and straps within for weapon concealment. wrapped-up hands for grip and knuckle protection. black torn pants, black steel-lined boots. carries at all times a dirty, bloodstained silver machete, a polished silver black scythe, and an ancient brown short war sword.
Bio: Nikolai was a man who loved a good fight. Bar brawl, sticking up for an underdog, defending his life or honor, defending a woman's honor. it didn't matter to him. If the cause was just in his eyes, he would raise fists. He loved a pint of strong ale and the company of his closest friends, lovely women, and lively music. He was an adept student in the ways of war, in art and science, and had been known to dabble in the supernatural. (just for kicks) He had a strong connection with the world around him, and with animals in particular.
His life was, aside from the ocasional brawl or lovely-lady-frollic, uneventful. Everything changed one afternoon as he was taking a ale-buzzed stroll through his favorite patch of forest. He came across the corpse of an old man, bloodied and torn and garbed in old-looking black robes. lying a few feet from him was a black-bound book and a partiularly evil-looking dagger. He took both and gave the man a proper burial. On his way back to town to tell of what he had found, he was stopped by an unusually surly man, big and brawny. the man demanded that he turn over the book and blade, and Nikolai refused with a smile, saying "come and take them." The surly man steps back, and shifted, becomming a giant wolf with eyes of purest crystalline blue. At this, Nikolai's curage was replaced with a strong sense of self-preservation, and he ran....a futile effort. he was caught and quickly taken to the ground, whereupon he was attacked by the rest of the wolf's pack. in human skin they beat and battered him to an inch of his life. The shifted wolf suddenly let out an ear-piercing howl, and as one they fled into the woods. a few moments later, three very pale and very beautiful people walked out of the trees nd found Cyrano lying, dying. In a moment of odd compassion, they tended his wounds and fed him, and had vanished by thew time he awoke the next night. he found himself in a dark cave, a small fire burning for light an warmth. His belongings, including the book and blade he had found, were lying next to it with a small note. "These are not of this earth, and not meant for you, Use utmost caution". His eyes found the book, and after a few minutes he was steadily reading to himself. his eyes grew heavy, and closed, only to reopen a minute later when he felt a sharp sting in his arm. he looked down to find that he had slit his own arm with the evil-looking blade. Alarmed, he packed away the book and the blade and set off for home. His heart fell upon the sight of his town, razed to the ground. Bodies of hi friends and loved ones littered the ground, and blood and gore stained everything. Claw marks in the dirt told him everything he needed to know. he searched what was left of his home, finding his possessions strangely untouched. he shed the bloody loths that had comprised his clothing and donned more appropriate "hunting" attire. The whole time a small, faint voice had been whispering in the back of his mind, a sweet, pleasant voice that hinted at something more sinister than he could grasp, at that time. His weapons and possessions packed and ready, he bid a tearful farewell to his ravaged hometown and set off through the woods, the whisper in his mind growing stronger whenever he would take out his book of play with the knife.....
(that's all I have for now. If you allow this character, I'll flesh him out further.)
Profession: (optional) Whatever odd job strikes his fancy. A man has to drink, after all.
Other: he holds a wary trust for vampires, and a bloodthirsty hatred for Lycanthropes, and has killed several of them in his travels.
The Alliance I belong to: Nikolai Cyrano holds no allegience, save to himself.
Crush: His crush died at the hands of the wolves who destroyed his home.
Gaia name: Seth55
Character name: Lim
Race: Undead
Appearance:
Bio: Lim was once a powerful warrior for the humans. But before this war started, he was attacked by the undead and was changed to an undead himself. He tried to hide the fact he was undead for years before finally submitting to the fact that, whatever he does, he will still be undead. He continued to fight, but not for anyone in specific, just for whoever happens to pay the most for his...."services"
Profession: Assassin/fencer, mercenary.
Other: Carries a knife and one enchanted short sword.
The Alliance I belong to: None/looking for work.
Crush: None yet.
Gaia name: Zelos the flirty chosen
Character name: Zelos Wilder
Race: Human
Appearance:
Bio: Zelos had a horrible childhood, and in the end, became a womanizer. All girls from his hometown swoon for him, as well as he trys to get every other girl to do the same. The rest of Zelos's past and present will be revealed eventually.
Profession: Womanizer/Swordsman
Other: He calls every girl he sees "Hunny." And hes perverted, as you may have guessed.
The Alliance I belong to: "Well, I dont realleh fight but..if I need to, I need to, yknow?"
Crush: Every girl he sees.
Gaia name: -FoxWaffles-
Character name: Aaron Night
Race: Neko
Appearance:
Bio: He was always an outcast, never communicationg with any outsiders other than himself. That seperated him from his own family. He fled on his own, surviving with his knowledge and strength. He doesn't believe in war, and thinks it's pointless how vampires and werewolves eliminate each other as such. Because of this, many werewolves and nekos see him as an enemy and traitor. Many humans and vampires despise him as well. He follows his own path and help both sides come to a peaceful conclusion.
Profession: Warrior
Other: He supports both sides sometimes.
The Alliance I belong to: None
Crush: None quite yet.....
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