The sky was lanced with pink and purple as the sun lazily began to sink below the horizon. There were only a few wispy clouds and the smoke rising from chimneys of nearby Arca. It was one of Nisha's favorite times of day. Uniquly beautiful. It was also one of her least favorite times of day. It hearlded the coming of night. Night was a dangerous, lonely time. With a shudder she also reminded herself that it was a very cold time.

Turning away from the sunset she moved back through the ruined farmhouse. A fire had gutted it months before and little remained. The property had been mostly abandoned, the house certainly had, at the very least. Most of the small house was now open to the sky, but a smallish room with a hearth remained mostly intact. With some effort she had managed to get a small fire going and had even managed to sift through the piles of rubble to find a few things.

A kettle was bubbling with a meager meal. A couple carrots and a potato that a local farmer's wife had given her out of pity. There was also a partial loaf of bread. To her it seemed a feast. She'd found a simple, ill-fitting dress with slight singeing around the hem among the rubble of the house, it was of plain grey wool, but it was better than nothing. A couple blankets piled on the floor was the make-shift bed.

Her long, black hair was twisted up in a bun on top her head. A few coughing fits interrupted a string of soft humming as she stirred the pot. Despite how poor her situation might seem to someone on the outside, Nisha found herself in a rather bright mood. This was almost something like normalcy. A very poor normalcy, but it was better than sleeping under a bush with nothing but cold water for supper.

OOC: I hope this is okay. x.x

Name:
Gavin Ulrich

Gender:
Male

Orientation:
Bisexual, very dominant

Age:
26

Height:
5' 11"

Weight:
157 lbs

Skin:
Very Pale

Eyes:
Amber

Hair:
Black, shaggy

Race:
Werewolf


Personality

On his own Gavin is ambitious, greedy, and ruthless. Gavin wants what he wants when he wants it and doesn't care if he has to rip out a few throats to get it. With a white-hot temper and lust for power, most are better off just staying out of his way. He's reckless, cynical, and has a dark sense of humor. Insanity runs rampant in his family and it is clear that he is a bit mentally unstable.

Not to say he has no redeeming qualities. He loved his sister, but abandoned her, unable to deal with her illness. Gavin is of the alpha-type, larger, stronger, and faster than lesser wolves, but he has been a lone wolf for too long and it is severely damaging his mental state. Alpha wolves cannot thrive alone. He needs other wolves to curb his innate need to protect and provide. Without a pack to lead, he is vicious, unstable, and dangerous.



Appearance

Gavin has straight, thick, and extraordinarily soft onyx hair that's longer in the front, hanging just past his eyes. His eyes are a deep liquid gold, capable of being soft and comforting, or cold and piercing, depending on the situation and his mood. His skin is ghostly pale.

He could easily be considered ruggedly handsome, with a strong jaw and slightly hooked nose. Actually, he is a rather handsome man, there's little to consider.

In build he's tall and slim. Don't get the wrong impression; his muscles are well-defined on his slender body. Not to mention his skills are well-honed for agility and reflexes. He's also fairly flexible, so don't underestimate his capabilities.

In his wolf form he is a large, shaggy black wolf.




Extra

As a werewolf he has heightened senses and greater strength than mortals. He also ages more slowly, but he does age and is not immortal.

I'm currently unemployed, so I have a lot of annoyingly free time on my hands. Which would be awesome if I actually had stuff to do, but since I don't...boredom ensues.

Ah, I've got the three characters in my signature, if there's a plot you'd like to discuss with any of them hit me up! I'm very open to ideas and suggestions for plots and stories.

Ah...hmm. Well, I'm sure I'll make more characters as I go, but that's all I can think of for now. I just want some RP partners. :3

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Nisha Ulrich
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 127lbs
Race: ½ Werewolf, ½ Werecheetah
Nationality: Serenian
Residence: Homeless


PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Art: Nisha
Art Credit:  Dropdeadcoheed

Nisha doesn't look particularly healthy. There are often dark circles around her pretty grey eyes, her flesh and lips are pale, her cheeks slightly sunken and often flushed with exertion. Despite that there is a fire burning in her eyes, radiating a determination that is beyond comparison. Her eyes are so amazingly expressive, you can gaze into them and know instantly what it is she is feeling, you can almost feel it yourself the emotions can be so intense.

When not starved for food, Nisha doesn't look as sickly. Her flesh and lips remain pale and the dark circles under her eyes never really go away, but her structure fills out nicely. With long legs, soft hips, a smooth, flat stomach, and a modest, perky bosom she really isn't a bad looking young woman. Her long, raven hair falls in silky, straight sheets down her back, reaching just past the end of her shoulder blades.

In her werewolf/were-cheetah form, Nisha has the basic build of a cheetah with a much more wolfish head and her coat is fuller and shaggier than the feline half of her genetic heritage. Although her underbelly is white and her primary color a light grey, she does have the typical black markings of a cheetah.



PERSONALITY

Submissive is a word that you couldn't possibly overuse when describing Nisha Ulrich. Everything about her manner is demure, complacent, and accepting. Being raised by her domineering father and then her semi-psychotic brother, all trace of fight or defiance has been thoroughly beaten out of her. Not that it was hard to mold her into the subservient creature she is today.

Nisha is a naturally shy, sweet person with a generous and caring heart. She actually takes pleasure in taking care of other people. It is very common for her to go out of her way to try to make life easier for others and to do her very best to make them happy, even at the sacrifice of her own happiness. Another thing that stems from this is that she has rock-bottom self-esteem and feels guilty and burdensome because of her physical frailty.



SKILLS

There are reasons why Nisha looks so sickly. The poor girl was born with a weak heart which is easily stressed and she cannot allow herself to become over exerted or she risks potentially deadly consequences. She also suffers from anemia and gets cold easily. She bruises very easily.

Nisha is a really, really good cook and knows how to sew decently. Despite her physical frailty she is quite determined to be industrious as possible given her condition.



RELATIONSHIPS

Mingan Ulrich – Her father is alive somewhere, as far as she knows. He abandoned her and her brother some time ago and they've not seen or heard from him since.

Gavin Ulrich – Her brother is a bit on the psychotic side, but she loves him dearly. He continued taking care of her after their father ditched them, for a time, but eventually he also abandoned her. She doesn't blame him, feeling that she was simply too much of a burden.



BACKSTORY

Life has been a curse from the moment she was born. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her and dumped her on her father who also didn't really want the wailing, sickly newborn. Out of a sense of duty he raised her with her older brother, who was a full-blooded werewolf, unlike her. She was treated as less wanted, her father not even trying to hide his distaste at having such a weak offspring.

They moved frequently, never staying in one place for too long. Nisha has no recollection of a real home from her childhood. Sometime in her mid-teens, Mingan abandoned both his children. For a year or so after the departure of their father, Gavin also disappeared.

Nisha, unable to fend for herself, nearly died before a cruel werewolf stumbled upon her. He fed her enough to keep her alive, but at a pretty steep price paid with her body. She helplessly followed along with him for a while, letting him use her body in her desperation for food. It is definitely not something she is proud of, but one does what one must to survive in a hard, unforgiving world.

When she did finally muster the courage and strength to leave her abusive keeper, she ran as far and fast as she possibly could. Somehow she managed to gain passage on a ship to Hyoite, but she knows that if she couldn't survive the gentle climate of Serendipity that the harsh tundra will brutally snuff her out like a candle trying to withstand a gust of wind. At this point she doesn't really feel she has anything to lose. If she dies in the snow, at least she will be away from her pain.

Don't know if many, or any, of you remember me or not, but I used to RP here a lot, then had to take a long vacation for personal reasons. Really hoping to get back into the swing of things with my writing and RP.

Already re-registered two of my old characters in the directory. Going to mess around with them a bit and hopefully RP with some cool people.

Name:
Rajko Killaroja

Age:
20

Height:
6' 2"

Weight:
184 lbs

Skin:
Golden Bronze

Eyes:
Violet

Hair:
Black, violet streaks

Wings:
Black and Violet

Race:
½ Yoreiqi ½ Serendian

Tattoos/Piercings:
Rajko has intricate sun, star, and moon patterns around his arms and legs. On his lower back a giant sun is deftly placed, as well as another sun around his navel. Across his chest is a shooting star, and a line of small stars are placed under each eye, while crescent moons are on his cheeks.

Personality:
Rajko is a bright, curious young man. He loves to physically exert himself with traditional Yoreiqi sports like wrestling, surfing, hunting, and fishing. Always helpful and friendly, he loves to meet new people.

History:
His mother is the captain of the trading vessel The Dancing Star. The Dancing Star makes port in Yoreiq twice a year, every year. One year she just happened to become acquainted with a local man. So Rajko was born. He has spent his entire life traveling the oceans on The Dancing Star. The few days they make port in Yoreiq each year are his favorite. At every opportunity he has absorbed as much of Yoreiqi culture and tradition as he could, even being granted the rites of passage from childhood to adulthood.

Name: Tatsu

Species: Ellanari Sky Dragon (see below)

Age: 7, 531

Height: 10.5ft (at shoulder)

Length: 31ft

Appearance:


Art: Human Form Full
Art Credit: Claparo-Sans

Art: Human Form Portrait
Art Credit: Claparo-Sans

Art: Dragon Form
Art Credit: Dragonniar

Iridescent blue scales shimmer down the neck, sides, legs, and tail of the long, serpentine body of Tatsu, the color fades to a dazzling silver on his underbelly. Frosty blue eyes gleam brightly with magic, lacking iris or pupil. Scales are seamlessly complimented by soft, fine fur of cerulean blue; his flowing mane mirrors the energetic color of the rest of his fur.

Tatsu's long body is slender but also heavily muscled, his legs aren't particularly long compared to his length, both front and back legs are equipped with paws capable of lifting and gripping things, with five fingers on each foot, each finger ends with a six inch curved talon. The mane that runs from his brow to the tip of his tail ends in a long tuft. The tail itself is long, prehensile, and very powerful.

A long and graceful neck leads up to a slender, almost deer-like head(including external ears), the fur is more prominent than scales upon the head, with a single long fur-covered whisker set behind the each nostril, dangling about two feet down. Two long, ridged horns with a soft slope back protrude from his head, just forward and above his ears. His teeth are those of an omnivore, with his fangs barely reaching three inches long.

Personality:

Tatsu is as immovable as a mountain, you could no more steer him off course than you could change the flow of a mighty river with your bare hands. He is patient, placid, and compassionate. It would take a great deal of prodding to invoke the ire of this peaceful creature, or at least the right prodding.

While quite agreeable in disposition, when threatened his kind are a force to be reckoned with and Tatsu is not an exception to this. Non-violence is his preference, but he will fiercely protect the innocent or something he cares for.

Despite his great tolerance for things, he is not a happy creature. Disinterested and distant, perhaps even aloof are not things you would be wrong to call him. To be perfectly honest he's a very depressed creature with a tendency to self-pity and despair. Perhaps even a bit melodramatic.

He loves beauty, art, and music. Humans fascinate him because of their explosive personalities; they are always moving, always busy. They don't slow down and despite their short lives; they manage to accomplish quite a lot. Tatsu has every reason to hate humans, but he doesn't hold any animosity towards the race that destroyed his kind.


History:

In the colony of dragons to which Tatsu was born parental interference was expressly forbidden. All hatchlings were to be raised communally, with no adult having more influence than another, save the council of elders. Every dragoness laid her eggs in the hatchery. This is where Tatsu was born.

Growing up he was supervised by countless adults, each wishing to teach him something, so he spent much of his time learning. He would play, eat, and sleep with the other hatchlings, none were given preferential treatment, none were considered better or worse than another. They were all rewarded and punished without discrimination, so they thought that everything was fair.

By the time he began approaching sexual maturity, like all the other hatchlings, his own unique strengths had been brought to light and carefully nurtured. His role in the colony became a guardian, even before he could mate himself; he began his role of watching over the eggs of others within the clan.

An older female, red and gold and beautiful as the dawn, selected him as her life mate only seventy years after he became old enough to breed. A mere hundred years later, Tatsu's lazy, care-free life was shattered. Because of his kinds natural arcane energy, humans had been hunting them for years, which was only barely tolerated. However, the humans became greedy, killing more and more of the colony until the colony's females lost their patience.

The bloodshed that followed was horrifying, and in the end, the entire colony was wiped out, each adult dead or dying, each egg broken. All except Tatsu. He managed to escape the carnage, fleeing for his life with grievous wounds. To this day he doesn't believe a single other of his kind to have survived.

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ELLANARI SKY DRAGONS

Average Height(at shoulder)
Male: 10ft
Female: 12ft

Average Length
Male: 30ft
Female: 35ft

Average Weight
Male: 2 tons
Female: 2.5 tons

Average Lifespan:
Male: 20,000 years
Female: 22,000 years

Sexual Maturity
Male: 300 years
Female: 450 years

Typical Diet
Primarily synthesis of magical energy and the sun
Occasionally will consume an omnivorous diet to supplement energy intake

Habitat
Can thrive in all climates, conditions, and habitats

Distinctive Physical Characteristics
Male: Smaller than the females, horns are ridged and mostly straight with a soft backwards tilt, "whiskers", Blue or Green coloration
Female: Larger than the males, antlers like a stag rather than horns, Red or Purple coloration
Both: Manes down the back with a tuff at the tip of the tail and feathering at the elbows, these are more pronounced in the males, 4 legs, no wings

Temperament
Male: Laid-back, subservient to females, non-territorial
Females: Aggressive, dominant to males, semi-territorial

Society
Males and females work cooperatively in large colonies, females choose their mates, they mate for life, offspring are raised communally

Magical Properties
Both males and females radiate magical energy. They can sense magical energies, objects, and their uses. They are adept at manipulating these energies for an unnamable amount of uses. Every part of their being holds powerful magical energy, from their horns and hair to their blood, scales, and flesh. They can change their size, shrinking down in size as to be comparable to a house cat.

Status
Believed extinct. Because of their generally benevolent nature, and non-aggression towards humans they were hunted ruthlessly for every part of their magical bodies.