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Likes: Combat training, self-discipline, solitude, reading/writing (shh!), sincerity
Dislikes: Being too judgmental, dwelling on misfortune, opening up/sentimentality (or so he insists)
Personality: Immediately, Roku's most recognizable attribute is his aggression towards those he meets. Although he uses it to protect himself, trust earned only under extensive exposure, there is a softer side one can just barely see through this façade. Most of the threats he makes are empty, even though he could easily accomplish them physically; he would rather come to terms without the use of violence. He likes it when things are mellow and easy-going, but he would rather things go back to the way they once were, including his own once-carefree attitude. He is fiercely protective and loyal to those that earn his respect.


Despite what others may think, Roku grew up as innocent as any other child. His father kept a watchful eye on him whenever he would wander off too far, but his mother had long since abandoned the two of them. He was adventurous, something he never quite outgrew, but back then he wasn't too good at getting out of trouble once he sunk his feet in. He liked everyone when he was little, somehow unable to dislike a person regardless of what insults they might have flung at him.

It wasn't very often that his father would come out along with him when he wandered off to play, preferring to keep his distance unless he was really needed (so that Roku may learn from his mistakes), but one day he was uncharacteristically on edge that evening. Unbeknownst to the boy, there had been a number of threats aimed toward the pair of them, and although they were mostly empty ones, he couldn't be too careful. Roku believes one must have really hit home, for when a human teen had grabbed Roku's wrist and called him a "freak," his father went ballistic. It frightened the dragon-child, for he had never seen his father so openly angry before.

The village treated the two of them like stray dogs, so when word got around that Roku's father had harmed an "innocent boy," they went about to eliminate the problem. Roku was confused when they brought the two of them in, but he knew he had seen enough when his eyes caught sight of the equipment that was set up before separating him from his father. Somehow he knew he would never see him again, which scared him more than death at that point, but it was a realization that became all too real.

He had trusted these people, but now they were stripping his life apart little by little, and he couldn't take it anymore. The tests they ran on him were horrible, pain he never knew he could endure, but the humans had figured that since he was at such a young age of development that they could better him for their own uses, turn him into their own weapon to use and make him obey them, even after everything they had done. Stockholm syndrome was not an effect that he was particularly prone to, and submission was outside his realm of expertise. Sure he turned into a great weapon, but it was aimed in the wrong direction. He escaped the place with blood still fresh on his hands, sickened by the sight of it all but grateful it was all over.

Likes: Shiny objects (mostly metalwork/jewelry), teasing to minor annoyance (only with trusted individuals), kindness, debate, spicy foods
Dislikes: Déjà vu, when biased trust leads him astray, humans, water
Personality: Kasi, although preferring things to be in harmony, does tend to look on the bright side of things. If there is a split chance of outcomes, he will always hope for the best, and he will make it known. He is friendly, but can stand his own in many types of situations, even against the most aggressive of anthros. He is usually calm and collected, harboring a rather stubborn nature that stems from this standpoint. He is polite almost to a fault and can be a little too trusting of others, even to the point of trying to become friends with anyone that doesn't tick him off from the start. Kasi's memory runs deep, and when a situation begins looking a little too similar to past misfortune and injury, he can be easily ruffled toward panic and snap decision.


As a child, Kasi was abandoned, and as far as he knows, his parents had been wiped out of his memory as a way for self-preservation. He doesn't remember a single thing about them, and never felt the need to search for the answers to questions that were never imposed. Digging deeper, should darker motives be uncovered, revenge just didn't seem appealing either.

Being at such a young age at the time, it was not a matter of if but when he would die; he had no knowledge of how to fend for himself in the wilderness. He started off by eating anything he could get his hands on -- basically just nuts and berries -- and the exposure left him slightly feral.

It was perhaps out of the kindness of the village in the forest that Kasi had managed to survive at all, but that was also perhaps giving them too much credit. The young boy was known more or less as the resident pest, bane of grocers and unlocked doors alike. Never once had he been greeted with a smile, but chased off like the neighbor's mongrel.

It was years before he had outgrown what the forest had to sustain him with scraps alone. By then, patience was at an all-time low, for economy was enough of a scrounger for material possession, a hungry street-kid was as salt in the wound. Kasi was forcefully driven from the village, leaving him battered and bruised, physically and mentally. His spirit was scarred near-irreversibly, but his drive for survival pitched him toward looking for a better alternative. Perhaps even he, who had never known stability, could lead a semi-normal life. His bull-headed optimism was the only thing that kept him going through the years on his own.

Likes: Small crafts (jewelry-making, weaving, knitting/sewing, etc.), relaxation/meditation, taking walks through town, helping and feeling needed
Dislikes: Losing himself, crowds, rude and brash behavior, single-mindedness, showing intense emotion, being alone
Personality: A rat of few words, Shamir usually prefers to uphold a sense of being alone, especially when working on something that requires his attention to accomplish, but contact plays a strong part in his overall happiness. Although he may seem cold on the outside, he is actually quite friendly -- it just takes him time to warm up to someone. Due to this, it may seem like he is ignoring the person when in fact he may be just trying to think of a good way to talk to them. He can be obsessive with the things he puts his mind to, but he has good intentions; after all, he acts like an artist would. He likes stability in his life, and may panic when things start to spiral out of control.


Shamir grew up in a particularly normal atmosphere. His parents, before he was born, escaped from the bustle of their hometown to a quiet cottage out in the farmlands, growing corn and other crops for a living. Because he lived so far out from outside contact, Shamir wasn't harassed about his unusual lineage as he was growing up, a prime reason behind the relocation in the first place.

The boy grew up knowing a different kind of hardship, one that reaped rewards at the end of the day. As a farm-boy, Shamir learned patience, diligence, and determination at a young age, and it made him happy to see his parents' faces when he came in after a long day. Not only that, but he felt that he was making a difference in their lives by aiding, something he learned to love.

The townsfolk, however, were a little less than pleased to share the same grounds as a family of "plague rats," despite their home being to the outskirts, and as a solution, the powerful and superstitious ordered them to be eliminated. To Shamir it is but a blur, a scene in his life he'd rather forget, but the scars he carries will forever haunt him, most noticeably his missing right eye but more painfully the ones carved in his heart.

He doesn't know how he did it, but the boy escaped the onslaught by a hair, running as far away as he could manage to carry himself. For the longest time he had no knowledge of where he was headed, no sense of which direction, but he managed to steal away on caravans and trains, a stowaway and thief. He lived off of the shipments that he rode with, and being of such a small build he was hardly detectable. He landed in a run-down town a ways off from Durem, turning into a beggar when he couldn't steal enough alone. His spirit is still slow to heal, but progress has shown through the interactions he receives.

Likes: Random acts of kindness, nighttime, dancing, the Winter solstice, being able to speak his mind, writing and doodling
Dislikes: Being ignored or pushed aside, being forgotten, surprises, aggression
Personality: For the most part, Renjiro is very inviting and friendly, but keeps a noticeable barrier up. He fears getting hurt emotionally, and therefore will not try to make a connection with someone until he feels it's okay to extend the olive branch. He can be outgoing when he's happy, but hesitant if he deems it's necessary. Renjiro is rather careful about most things, but has been known to take up a dare or two every once in a while. The same thing day-to-day grinds on his nerves, so it isn't rare to see him trying out something new in his schedule to break from routine. Despite this attitude, he can be leery about matters of the future, and therefore likes to take big changes slowly, a step at a time, whenever it's possible. He has a habit of daydreaming, so has been known to stare, mainly at the sky when it isn't too bright out.


Renjiro grew up under the influence of a more extravagant lifestyle than many of the residents are accustomed to. Renjiro's homeland, although separated from the main hub of Gaian life, lived peacefully alongside the humans of the area. In fact, the towns would come together to celebrate a yearly solstice festival with their neighboring counterparts, where differences between the communities were all but forgotten, if only for the night.

Ren belonged to a more noble family within their land, but from an early age never quite accepted the terms and titles that were thrown upon him. His family was known for their almost inhuman abilities that were associated to the moon and stars, having near otherworldly stargazing skills, and a mild capability to control the flow of water. However, Renjiro's abilities lay dormant inside of him for such a long span of time compared to any of his ancestors that it was pinned upon him that he may be 'defective,' or, at the very least, the weakest of his line to date.

He was basically an outcast before he was even given the chance to prove himself otherwise, and all preparations for leadership he may have been given were directed solely to his older brother, instead of the crisis-averting shared-power that the position was oft equipped with. Renjiro started alienating himself from the world, preoccupying himself with his own muses, theories, and other such prophesying about the world -- mainly just to take out his frustrations with, never normally occurring. When his need to vent diminished, he began focusing on what to do with the rest of his life, for it was obvious that there was no need for him to stay any longer.

There was never a shortcoming of the warnings, about how the world would react outside the barrier the villages seemed to erect, but the naga had already made up his mind. The water-snake figured it was just because they were trying to keep his bloodline within their homeland perimeters that they were trying so hard to get him to stay, but he no longer wanted anything to do with them. So he traveled to places he heard other anthros tended to congregate, surprised to hear that there was also no shortage of Gaians sharing the same vicinity. It was not an easy trek, and he had not been spared from certain abuse and threats, but never thought to take a second look back on his previous life. He has yet to find a new calling, however, and this currently is what bothers him the most.

Likes: Water (affinity despite history), the color blue, carving and pocket knives, fish (especially salmon and trout)
Dislikes: Pushy or violent people (despite hypocrisy), scars, the color red (and blood in general, as a phobia)
Personality: Eiji isn't very friendly to any particular type of person, unfalteringly keeping up a cautious barrier. Paired often with a nonchalant air when meeting others, his demeanor can come off as aloof or flaky. He tends to be afraid of making friends, if only for the fact he doesn't know if there is anyone in the world he can truly, fully trust. That's not to say that he has a bad attitude -- in fact, it's quite the opposite. Eiji is an outwardly cheerful person, even if he doesn't feel that way in his heart. There are even times where he can be a little too aggressive in his friendliness, to the point of being an annoyance, though this usually only happens when something is really eating at him. Eiji is quite unstable, balancing on the breaking point threshold, but he tries to keep his demeanor uplifting.


Eiji started off in life on the wrong foot, despite it being outside of his own choosing. The shock of his birth left his mother with little in the way of sanity, already within the clutches of a severe case of postpartum depression before he was even born. With the crazy notion that the disposal of the child would leave the past with his father wiped, his mother threw Eiji into a river, leaving him for dead.

Although nobody can actually confirm what happened after that, Eiji claims that he was saved by a water spirit before his life was forfeit. Taking him to a small seaside town, he was found by another child with his mother, who in turn took him to the town's orphanage. Accepted, although a bit reluctantly, into the home, Eiji's life remained as rocky as it had started.

Despite now being in a place he could call home, it edged more toward prison life to him. The other kids teased and bullied him, only escalating in violence as he grew. Even though he was good at putting on a smile in the face of adversity, he was furious on the inside at everything. He dipped into suicidal tendencies, taking it out on his arms with a spare knife when his anger began clouding his vision, but never to the point of seriously trying to kill himself. In truth, he was terrified of the sight of blood, and these instances only managed to replace his hatred, with fear as its substitute.

One day, on a whim, Eiji decided to fashion a pendant out of a gemstone he found down by the water, but it took a great deal of effort to get it to the right shape. He ended up seeking help from a locksmith, who had decent enough equipment and skilled enough hands to shape the stone to the design specifications. It was hollowed, and on the day it was finished, Eiji took it down to the beach and filled it with water from its shores. With that, the only piece of memorabilia in his possession of the place he grew up in now fastened around his neck, he left the town in search of another, better way in life.

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