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Name Ciaran Black (Keer-awn or Ki-ar-an)
Age 26
Gender Male
Species  Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian - Mostly.
Height 5'11"
Occupation Blacksmith
Residence  Aspenward, Duchy of Ahjfeld, Connlaoth


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Physical Description
Ciaran is a handsome man and he looks far older than he actually is - what spending a life in front of a kiln will do to you. There's a long scar on his face, running from across his nose and up into his hair, an accident years ago that he's lucky to be alive from. Since this incident the hair on his temple has grown back white - perhaps from trauma to the flesh. Taller than some Connlaoth men he's also - amazingly- broading.

Ciaran is a muscle house and he's all shoulders with a small waist and he does his best to keep himself from having stick legs. Probably more fit than half the soldiers, he's also probably more scarred. A good number of burns litter his body and his hands are practically numb to pain with the amount of times he's burnt himself and hit his fingers. Large rough hands, he's a 'man's man' and looks the part.

His hair is long to keep it from his face, usually tied back in a braid when he's working to keep any wayward hair from his face and his eyes are a lovely green. He keeps himself clean shaven, again, to ward off any sparks from landing in, and catching fire to, a beard.

Personality
Ciaran used to be a sweet little boy that wanted to be like his dad. Then he got the chance to be like his dad. A blacksmith for the army. It was hard work and having to work in front of a forge all day helped mold who he was. Slightly obsessive about quality of work done and a drive to do better. If it isn't good enough he starts over. If he hears a blade has broken, he gets appropriately angry with himself for turning in shoddy work.

Also, needless to say, having lived with the army for twelve years in various locations he's become quite rough and tumble. He drinks when he can get away with it, he screws when he can get away with it and he sleeps when he can get away with it. Ciaran's super power would probably be 'sleeping with his eyes open'. Man can fall asleep at the drop of a hat and pretend to listen the whole time.

Magic/Abilities
Ciaran is a skilled blacksmith, having worked with a forge since before he could really walk, as his father did before him and his father did before him. There might be some sort of magic in there, but no. Ciaran is just a very skilled man at what he does and he takes pride in it when he can.

(also, he's made a little piece of jewelry a few years ago that he keeps in his pocket for his childhood sweetheart and continues to occasionally make little trinkets for fine and to practice his fine motor skills)

Relationships
Hay-Gee - Or as he called her, Gigi. Occasionally Hailey. Ciaran thought she was an odd girl and he knew on some level that she liked him and when he was gone he missed three things. The family dog, his dad and Hay-Gee. Then, a few years went by and there was no contact and he thought of her less and less and one day, he remembered her and he'd never confess how much his heart ached. Was she doing okay? Did she get married (She'd be at least 18 then) any children? Ciaran made a pendant (Or tried to) and when he deemed it successful he tucked it away with plans of giving it to her. Someday. Maybe someday.

History

Ciaran doesn't remember much of his childhood, just that his mother is dead, his father taught him everything he knew and he likes fire.

Also the little girl he made friends with. The one who was bright and happy and made him smile. When Ciaran closes his eyes he still thinks of her as a bright happy little girl. At the age of fourteen, he was chosen to smith the weapons for the army and for the most part, remained in one location, though traveled around a fair bit. As he grew bigger and taller and his weapons grew in quality and he was taken to bars and brothels to experience life.

Not much has happened to him besides being a blacksmith. Except for an injury during one of his first few years. Too hard of a hammer fall on too brittle a piece of metal sent it flying to his face - he's lucky to still have it. Lucky to have survived.

There was a girl, for a while, a nice girl that stayed longer than she had to than for the payment she received but it was puppylove and when they moved locations and he asked her to go with him, she laughed, pat him on the shoulder and told him it'd been fun. Ciaran didn't fall in Puppylove with whores after that. The best lessons are always the most painful anyway.

So, more years of working tirelessly and Cairan is being sent home for a while. A show of their appreciation for all his hard work over the years. That and he hurt his wrist and while he was still using it, the quality of work went down and he finally appealed that he needed to take a break - for his hand.

Still on his way home, the idea of being back there makes his heart race faster than anything else and he keeps the pendant tucked safely in his pocket. Trying to imagine Hay-Gee. Wondering if she's still there. Wondering why he was so curious anyway.

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It was... Interesting.

No. No it was terrible.

Sapphire felt small here, compared to the buildings. His tail was curled around his leg to keep from bumping into anyone and luckily he was a little taller than everyone else and luckier still they didn't stare too much. He'd seen stranger people on his wanderings and he held his hands at his sides and looked around wearily. It had been a long time since he'd been uncomfortable.

Now it was his life. Being uncomfortable.

A gentle gnaw on his lower lip while his eyes darted around.

There was nothing here. Nothing he wanted at least. The scents he'd followed here were lost among the scents of everything else and he gave a little whine at how confusing everything was. There were no colours to indicate rank, some people had fancier coverings but... A shaky breath and he squeezed his eyes shut, curling his tail tighter around his leg.

Going home wasn't an option.

A wrinkle of his nose at a fruit vendor on the street and he walked carefully around it. Fruit. Eugh. He'd tried some a few days ago and nearly threw up it was so... Disgusting. Sweet and juicy and yuck. Who would want to eat that it was -- There.

Sapphires head snapped up when he caught the scent over the apples and he felt his heartbeat pick up. Saliva filled his mouth and he swallowed carefully, pushing aside a young man in his haste to follow. The need to follow made his legs move, the tail uncurl from his thigh. It waved behind him like a snake and he gave a shaky little breath.

There.

That scent.

A shaky breath and he reached out, his hand gentle before placing it on the shoulder of the person he wanted to... No. No. Inappropriate.

"Hi," He said, his voice a soft growl that made his own skin tingle. "Hi, I'm..." A rank. That was the only name he had, "Sapphire." A careful swallow so he didn't drool, "What's your name?"

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Name Sapphire ( Well, more like title. He doesn't have a name. Perhaps he'll take one.)
Age About 58. Looks like a young adult.
Gender Male
Species Kulshedra
Ethnicity Tanned.
Height 6'6"
Occupation Outcast.
Residence Mountains around Fell.

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Physical Description He's a tall... Man. His body is covered in hard little blue scales that indicate his rank in the tribe. Mostly he looks human except for a few key features. His eyes are strange, the sclera is a dark colour and his irises are gold, scales line his eyes, rest on his forehead and climb down his neck to a blue gem that grows from his skin. Another indicator of his rank. From the torso up he's shaped like a human but down, he has a long tail, as easily as long as he is to wave around and use like a whip and clawed feet, covered in blue scales.

He is, for lack of a better word, ripped. Has a distaste for clothing but he wears it anyway, doing his best to fit in. Occasionally wears hats. 

Personality
Passionate and steadfast. Sapphire is duty-bound and without a duty he is listless and perhaps a little grumpy.

Magic/Abilities

Relationships

History
He is outcasted. >: For things. He's not a bad person though.

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Name Sera
Age late twenties
Gender Female
Species Human?
Ethnicity ?
Height 5'1"
Occupation Runs a tavern!
Residence Her tavern!

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Physical Description Sera is a kind soul. It shows in her lavender eyes and on her pale but flushed cheeks. The paleness of her skin is accented by her black hair, falling to her waist in one long curtain or a thick rope of a braid. Her little rose-bud mouth which is rarely smiling but even more rarely frowning. A little shorter, Sera has a plump little body that while she does much running around, still has ample curves. Always one to dress in things that cover her from wrist to neck it's assumed that the pale flesh on her face is the same all over.

Except it isn't.

While it isn't exactly dark and Sera goes through great effort to hide it, along her body is a tendril like scars in a soft lavender. Almost like tattoos. Swirling they could be beautiful. Along her back, usually pressed down against her flesh, is a pair of fleshy wings. Bug like in appearance but should they be allowed to be free they could be beautiful.

Sera goes through great pains to hide all of these features

Personality

Magic/Abilities Sera is a nephilim. A natural talent for sensing the good in people and an instinct to make better.

There is probably a number of wounded animals that she has taken in to heal.

Relationships

History
Born of a human woman and an angel father she became little more than an experiment. A donor of flesh and tears.  It's only been a few years since she's been free of her mother but they've been good and all Sera really needs to learn still is how to smile.

I'll elaborate more later but for now, there's this and I'm sorry it's lazy.

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Name Hek-Akiz Kanaan
Age 31
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian with some heavy Essryni
Height 6'1"
Occupation Mordecai
Residence Uuuh... Where Mordecai Do.

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Physical Description The first thing people notice about Hek is his face. There's a strange purple mark, which looks like a burn scar, which starts at his eye and goes up his face to his hairline, where it fans half the front of his hair in a strange purple fan. Neither of these are natural, but the cause of some strange magical explosion - or at least that's what he's been told. He remembers nothing of it and little that occurred before. He's tall and fit and dark, being a bit of a mutt when it comes to his blood-line.

For the rest of him, his eyes brown - or his one eye is, the other tainted by the magic - and his hair is dark brown and ending at the nape of his neck.

Personality

Magic/Abilities
A mordecai! So he does Mordecai things!

Relationships

History
When he was a child - maybe 12 - there was an accident. A terrible accident and it left Hek with a big hole in his head. Distraught. Overcome by grief. The family - his parents - merchants with coin to spare sought out something illegal.

Magic.

Magic to bring their dead son back to life.

What they found was alchemy. A woman who secludes herself and practices alchemy was their solace. Using the body of the boy and runes and pieces of others the boy blinked back to life and the parents didn't care if he wasn't the same. Didn't care if he didn't look right. He was alive again and it was wonderful.

Hek didn't really remember much before the accident. Just that after it iron gave him rashes. Nothing really interested him. Life was normal until he began to display mordecai abilities and then it was routine. Join the military. Become a mordecai. Fight for his country.

Hek never really learned about what his parents did for him. Or did to him. And they'll never tell him. He's their precious little boy and a most interesting experiment and they know should anyone discover that Hek was a product of magic - a sort of necromancy even - he would be put to death.

And they love their little boy.


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Whatever she'd been given to drink had an awful after taste. Minerva frowned. Rather, she tried to frown and it was hindered terribly by the gag tied around her head. The amount of drool was embarrassing but her mouth was being kept open and she was rational enough to be more angry at the situation than what she looked like. For the moment. Making little noises she tested out the ties at her wrists and she remembered the tea she'd been given by the new butler.  Anger boiled through her veins and when she got home she was going to see him drawn and quartered.

When.

Perhaps if.

Minerva looked around the room she was in, the slightest hint of light letting her know it was little more than a closet with her stuffed into a corner. Keep calm. Keep calm.

Nope.

The first thing she did was throw her body the best she could into one of the walls, beating her feet against the ground, the heels banging against the wood. This wasn't good. The door opened and that butler. Minerva glared at him, her hair a mess and in her saliva soaked gag. Her leg kicked out and he caught her by the ankle, dragging her from the closet. Like an angry cat she wailed and kicked her other leg until finally the clicking of a gun was heard and she snapped her eyes to another man.

"Yer worth a lot of money, Little Girl." He smiled, looking her up and down, "So play nice and maybe you'll get to keep all yer limbs," he pointed the gun to her leg and Minerva's breath quickened. The Butler just gave the man a smirk and shook his head, looking down at Minerva for a few moments before he shrugged and continued to drag her.

"As long as you can spit out your Soon To Be Husbands kids, it doesn't matter how many limbs you have, probably prefer you with no legs." He supplied in a helpful and disturbingly cheerful voice. Soon to be Husband? Minerva frowned, staring.  She hadn't heard of any of that. One hard tug and a head bounce later and she didn't hear much else.

Waking up a few minutes later with a throbbing headache, the gag was gone and she had to struggle to keep her eyes open. Her limbs were heavy and she was only half aware of what was going on. There was a man though, she had to sort of squint to focus on him. The words were muffled and she felt her head droop down before she sat up quickly.

The Butler turned to the hired help. The transportation so that he didn't seem like such a suspect. He'd report the Little Miss missing and be distraught and no one would be the wiser. The Mrs. was off at sea. The Mr. was doing General things. The Other Miss was doing Whatever The Hell Adhara did. It was fool proof. For now. But by the time the little Miss was married and pregnant it would be too late and he'd be long gone.

"Alright My Man," The Butler started. The guy wasn't really well known and the scars on his hands were really weird but... What's the worst that could happen? He kill her? Be a vampire and suck her blood? He'd done his job already, one she was out of his hands he was going to raise the alarm and be gone. "She's a bit off right now, drank too much last night," He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to Minerva who was staring up at the ceiling like it was the best fireworks show ever. Even with a silly smile on her face.

"You don't have to move her far but try to take a few days? We have an alibi for the guy buying the girl. So, you can't take fewer than five. But no longer than a week, y'hear?" The butler pinched his fingers together and rubbed them, indicating money. "Half now, half when you get the girl to her new home. He's a collector of rare objects, hmm?" He smirked, gave his eyebrows a waggle. "You'll be a rich man this time next week."

And the Butler went to Minerva, tossed her over his shoulder like she was little more than a long pillow and walked back to the door, "Where's your horse? She's gonna be pretty high for a while."

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Name Minerva Avarali
Age 19
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'3"
Occupation none.
Residence A big house!

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Physical Description
Long red hair!
Pretty blue eyes.
Voluptuous like her mother.
Uhhh... pretty?

Personality
If she doesn't get what she wants she throws cups. Not very nice.
After what happened to her elder sister, she kept any semblance of 'strange ability' to herself.
Like her elder sister she also saw 'auras' of people - which faded as she grew older - and while her sister is an adhara, she has none of these abilities.
Untrained mordecai

Relationships

History
Uh. Has a history!

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Taich had been running for what felt like days. By all rights she should be tired. Beat. Exhausted. Her legs should hurt and her lungs should hurt but... The bow. The snarky bow kept those from her. She'd been chasing a tid-bit of information, mentions of a large beast in the woods and she'd caught sight of it once or twice, fueled by rage and the whispered poison from the bow, Taich pursued.

It was now that she was kneeling on the ground, careful of the twigs and bits on the forest floor. Bow ready to be drawn back. To her, it was shadows. Sure Tristan kept the hunger and the exhaustion at bay, but he couldn't keep it away forever, as much as Taich wished he could.  Sometimes it would be days before she slept, but when she did she was out. Only when it was safe. Only around other people.

Taich didn't like being alone with the bow.

A brief movement in the distance and she carefully grabbed one of those twigs, holding it carefully between her fingers. From the string, black oil swirled around it and it turned into what looked like an obsidian arrow. A trick, Tristan told her, it wouldn't be the arrow forever. Long enough to pierce flesh. Long enough to do it's job.

"I see it."

Tristan whispered, the sight of the bow switching between a fanged mouth and a large eye between a blink and lips closing.

"I don't," she replied, keeping sight carefully in the distance. "Wait," Another tug to give the arrow more power and she exhaled.

"There."

and the arrow flew and by the time Taich realized it wasn't the beast she was seeking, it was too late and she could only watch in horror while Tristan gave a hearty laugh.

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Name Manikarnika
Age Appears to be an adult
Gender Usually female
Species Djinn
Ethnicity Possibly was once Serenian mixed with essyrni
Height 5'5"(Ish)
Occupation Trying her best to screw up your wish.
Residence A fancy old ring, usually.

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Physical Description Tannish. Long dark hair. Wear's very little ( she thinks it's funny.) There is a small blue jewel on her forehead, which she can hide with her hair and another one on her chest, the latter of which glows when a wish is used. Intentionally or not.

Personality Vindictive and sneaky. Generally hates everyone.

Magic/Abilities
Manikarnika is a djinn!

Bound to a silver ring with a dark sapphire in it, she appears when she is 'needed most'. Usually, the ring is lost to the ages and belongs to no one. Sometimes though, it falls into the posession of a lucky (or unlucky) someone and Manikarnika appears and grants them three wishes.

She can make wishes come true ( though she'll try her best to give them an interesting draw back.) 

Manikarnika is a talented ... magic-maker-doer. Though there is a limit to her magic and once whomever has her ring uses up their wishes she's confined to the ring again and, usually, it goes missing or is forgotten about until another unfortunate soul finds it.

Relationships
None

History
She doesn't remember much from when she was human.
Greedy, she imagines, because all she can do now is give.
Manikarnika recalls wishing to be the most rare jewel. The most beautiful thing. She was confined to a ring, and the djinn she'd found and used for wishes had taken her place, finally free from her own curse.
Going through the ages she remembers little of people and even less of their problems.
A few people have wishes for her freedom - being charmed by her beauty - but she wakes up, years later in the possession of someone else.

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It was dangerous to be here. Jaks knew that. A little bemused over the fact he'd been warned that 'Fell is dangerous, make sure you don't have any mages with you.' A scoff and a roll of his eyes had been his answer to that. No shit Fell was dangerous. Everywhere was dangerous if you didn't have a group of people with you.

At least they were here though, camp was set up, they were getting ready to go some serious scavenging and digging and Jaks had always had his little exciment dance in his head. Back in his element. Away from society. Away from people. With distaste he recalled the other person that got hired along with him and the modest crew. His partner for the trip. A wrinkle of his delicate nose while he lit the lamp he'd pulled outside his tent. Just thinking of her left an annoyed taste in his mouth.

He was sure that's what annoyance tasted like. Her.

Jaks sharpened his doodling tool. Or rather, he went to sharpen it before he realized he'd left his knife in the tent. A scoff, his sketchbook placed on the ground beside the tent - the first few pages were dog eared together, to keep them from flipping to those pages accidentally- and he crawled back in for the knife. The flap fell closed and he contemplated for a few moments if he really wanted to bring it back out or if he wanted to just draw until it was all one big dark charcoal-y mess.

And out with the knife Jaks went, blowing hair from his face and frowning at how the lamp had moved a little to the left when he knew he didn't do it. The moon wasn't playing tricks on his sight so he cast a quick look around, frowning at anything outside the ring of light. Someone had been touching his things.

Delicately, Jaks placed it to where it had been and went about sharpening his drawing tool. Still looking up to glare at nothing.

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Name Hydra
Age Mid-twenties or Early-thirties
Gender Male
Species ? ? ? Humanoid.
Ethnicity Green.
Height 6'6"
Occupation Pirate. Not first mate but important enough.
Residence A ship.

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Physical Description  Hydra is an interesting looking man. His skin is a soft green, his hair is purple and he has two sets of arms. If you can ignore the oddities he could be an attractive man. He's tall and broad chested and can easily pick things up that are twice his size and weight. He doesn't know what he is or where he's from but sometimes, and only sometimes, he can appreciate all his hands.

Personality Hydra is a hard candy shell and a smooth caramel middle. He thinks he needs to be a bad person. He thinks he needs to do terrible things. He wouldn't look so odd if he could be a good guy, right? Good guys were handsome. Nice people were regular looking with at least one less set of arms. 

Easily to put on the defense, Hydra is, however not nice. When he is it's a rarity. He doesn't go out of his way to be mean but he doesn't go out of his way to be nice either.

Through and through he's a follower, finding comfort in following orders instead of thinking for himself.

Magic/Abilities He can pick up heavy stuff.


Relationships


History Grew up in an orphanage. Bitter about it. Joined Lonely Birds crew after he stopped laughing about Lonely Bird's name and the fact he used to be a Unicorn.


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Shivering was becoming a regular everyday thing for her.

Grace tucked her hands under her armpits and curled into herself, an attempt to keep warm when everything was so cold. Though, it wasn't actually cold at all and Grace was always just too warm. A downside of her magic. Her body temperature was through the roof and moderate temperatures were just too cold for her. The fact she had been dressed in a sheer gauzy fabric to accent her features - show her off naked without her actually being naked - didn't help her at all.

She had gotten her wish.

Braving the forests, Grace had gotten from of Connlaoth and the mage camps.

The price was high though and she cast a glance at the green skinned individual who'd put the paint on her.

Grace was to be a gift.

Her hair had been brushed out and taken from it's tie. The long white-gold coloured strands reaching her waist in thick waves. Another shiver ran through her body, though it wasn't from the cold this time. It was from fear.

Could it be called kidnapped if there's no one to know you were taken?

The orcs... Goblins? Grace didn't know. They'd found her. Snatched her from her sleeping spot under a tree. Stripped her down and tied her up. A humiliating act was done to her to test her purity but, other than that she wasn't touched. Wasn't manhandled. Not a bruise or a marking on her aside from the colours of the people she was to be given to.

A peach offering, they'd tried to explain in common. Grace was going to be the tool used to bring peace.

Supposedly.

Which was why she was being tugged along through a crowd and shoved in front of the leader - or what she supposed was the leader.

"We've brought you a gift!" he proclaimed, holding Graces shoulders before pushing her forward gently.

Another shiver wracked her body and she stared down at the ground like it was her only life line. Was this worse than the mage camps?

"A virgin human!" The orc was quite pleased with himself, reaching around and pulling open the material to present the human's body. A little thing, they'd tried to feed her to fatten her up and it'd worked a little but she was still tiny and it was too late to switch her out for one that was more voluptuous.

Grace cast a glance up to the receiver before she ducked her head back down quickly after just a glance, eyes squeezing shut while tears trailed down her cheeks. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted a life. Later. When they were sleeping. She'd try to get away then.

"We hope it pleases you because, while small, she is quite beautiful. Eyes the colour of trees!" His hand snaked around her head to pull her head up and finally she stared at him and it felt like the world filled upside down. He couldn't exactly boast about how pillowy her tits were - because they weren't. Stupid human and her inability to gain weight fast enough to give her decent breasts.

He was going to kill her.

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It always entertained him.

A unicorn that eats fish.

Maybe it was the human body that let him do it but he could never remember eating any sort of meat as a beast. Lonely Bird rubbed his forehead, the golden mark glinting in the sun while he wiped the sweat away. They were hauling in quite the catch. All hands on deck.

It was clearly a big fish. So far out to ocean finding such a haul was lucky and while their supplies weren't low - they'd just raided a little trader vessel off the coast of Thanatos and had a few bags of gold and a few weeks worth of preserves as their prize - they were always on the search for more.

There was never enough.

"Hydra!" Lonely Bird called to his first mate, a very tall green man with purple hair and four arms.

"Yeah?"

"Pull harder!" It was an order. He needed to pull extra hard, he had four arms. That's how that worked, right?

With one last grunt from the bunch of them, their prize was on the deck and Lonely Bird stared at it for a good long few moments.

"Well..." A tilt of his head. Nothing should surprise him. He'd been a beautiful, majestic, pure and good unicorn at one point. Except this, this was clearly some sort of fish person, the first he'd ever seen, in fact.

Lonely Bird chuckled to himself after his little mental wandering and then looked down at the fish flopping on the deck and weird fish on the deck. He crouched down next to her, giving her arm a poke, frowning deeply at the strange creature.

"What are you and why are you on my boat," Lonely Bird paused for a moment. He knew why she was on the boat. They'd just spent the last few minutes dragging her - and the fish - onto board. He wasn't sure if he was excited at the potential Lady Flesh or disappointed that it wasn't a big a haul of food as he was expecting.

It was okay though. He wasn't exactly fond of fish.

"I'll rephrase." He flashed her a moments smile, a lie.

"What are you and welcome to your new home." A stretched smile and he looked her up and down. What a strange creature. The crewmembers on the other hand, looked annoyed. The green one just looked tired of his Captains crap, the posture and the way he had his arms folded and resting on his hips.

I have two new characters!

SINDRI and SINIKA!

They're siblings but not together. They can be anywhere (Technically!) and are... Odd!

In a good way.

They totally don't think anything made of meat is food.

Anyone wanna play with the puppys? =D

They may be mean? Do the pack thing. I'm sure they want new friends or somethin'.

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Name Sinika
Age All the way Adult
Gender Female
Species Wolf-to-human shifter
Ethnicity Wolf
Height 5'
Occupation Hunter
Residence Everywhere

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Physical Description Fluffy. Sinika is fluffy. She's shorter, voluptuous and probably could be considered chubby. Hardly fit for a wolf. When she's a wolf, she's lean and large, but the size difference between being a giant wolf and a human is too much for her human body so it's packed on her as, what she calls, fluff. Tanned skin and white blond hair, Sinika has golden eyes and looks 'human-but-not'.

Personality She's a fluffy puppy. The world is good, people are good and rabbits are tasty. She's yet to experience the bad side of the world and thinks the absolute best of everyone. She's naive and trusting and would probably jump into a sack if someone asked her to, nicely. It's amazing she still has her fur.


Magic/Abilities And turn into a big ol' white puppy.

Relationships
Sindri - Her littermate. He's bigger than she is.

History

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Name Sindri
Age All The Way Adult
Gender Male
Species Wolf-To-Human shifter.
Ethnicity Wolf
Height 6'3" (as a people)
Occupation trash goblin
Residence The Forest

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Physical Description
Sindri is a tall man when he's a people. Unfortunately being a wolf first and a human last has left him with some strange characteristics. His eyes are a soft gold colour with the sclera fading from black to white. As a man, he's lean with tightly packed muscles over a naturally olive skinned body. When he's a wolf, he's white and the tops of his shoulders are usually at - what he can guess - a full grown man's waist. There's also a sort of in between that he doesn't usually use unless there's some serious emotions going on.

At will he can transform bits of himself. So if he wants to eaves drop he can shift his ears and he'll look like a full grown man with fluffy puppy ears.

Personality
Insistent.
Sindri has no idea what 'personal space' means and he'll press his head against someone, place a hand, rest against someone's arm or sniff their nether region if given the chance. He is not human and therefore does not think like one. He's stubborn very blunt and doesn't know the terms 'polite' and 'don't do that.' If he wants you to put your hand on his chest, he will grab your hand and put it on his chest.

Still, he is a wolf and sometimes, rarely, he likes his space.

He has no shame. Absolutely none and does what he likes. He is unapologetic and doesn't really understand that sometimes words hurt.

Magic/Abilities
Can turn into a human! It's super useful. Ish. Fights with teeth and claw and body-checks sometimes.

Relationships
I'm sure there are some.

History
Sindri was born into a village where people like him - Wolves - and humans worked together. The Wolves hunted as surely as the people did. It was a modest living and they all got along together. While nothing tragic happened, Sindri realized all too late that when his sister went hunting and never returned and a traveler came through with an all too nice looking white wolf pelt he knew that the world wasn't what he thought it was.

Mostly he just wants to live peacefully.

Mostly.

Now, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing (not quite literally) and his favourite snack is human but he only eats the lost mean ones. Really.


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It felt like dying.

Without the blissful end, at least.

Grace stared down at her fingers before breathing them to her mouth to breathe on them. A heavy shiver ran through her and she pulled the coat tighter to her body, huddled up against the tree as she was. It wasn't snowing, but she felt like it might as well have been. To anyone else it was a nice night. To her, it was freezing.

Maybe keep moving?

Standing up and pushing away from the three, she checked over her shoulder, looking to make sure nothing was following her. The cracks and crinkles from her own boots having her check over her shoulder every few minutes while she walked.

The sun was setting and Grace mourned the loss of the light and the loss of what little warmth it offered her.

"I just want to go home," She whined, swallowing thickly before pressing her hands to her face. Home was a far away dream now. She'd killed. The dagger she'd used was dropped long ago, unable to stand herself for the bloodstained object. Grace tucked her hands under her arms and continued to walk.

Walked until the sun went down. Walked until the sun rose. A shivering cold mess.

It wasn't until she came across dying embers of someone's camp that she collapsed to her knees, hands reaching out, fingers grabbing for the coals. Cradling the bit of warmth she held it close to her chin, breathing on it to push warm air to her face.

At least she wasn't shivering anymore.

Though it didn't even occur to her that this was a campfire and where there had been campfire, there was usually a camper.

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Name Grace Argent
Age 22
Gender Female
Species Human
EthnicityConnlaothian
Height 5'2"
Occupation None
Residence Oot and Aboot.

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Physical Description
Just a wee little thing! Little in all the places! If not for her hair she could probably be mistaken for a twelve year old boy.

Personality
I want her to be sweet and soft spoken. We'll see how long that lasts.

Magic/Abilities
Has control over fiiiiire! Mostly for practical purposes. Grace has never used her powers for 'evil' and in fact has only ever used them to melt silver. She is almost mostly immune to fire and heat though, as a payoff, she can't stand regular temperatures and becomes cold very easily.

Relationships

History
Was taken to a mage camp. Now she has escaped (somehow!) and is on the run. Or something. Something. I dunno. Hi. =D


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Name Beryl
Age Technically she is 67
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'5"
Occupation Mad Scientist
Residence Anywhere she can set up shop

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Physical Description
Beryl is a lovely looking woman. A pointed nose, full lips, though her eyes take on a strange orange colour. There are things about her that are off. Not wrong, but just off. These are when she did her experiements on herself. The eyes are from a cat. She replaced her own. The symbols on her cheeks keep them there and working and if they were to ever be removed she would be without sight and just... With cat eyes in her skull.

Various other symbols riddle her body where she's changed or removed something. Pieces of herself she's removed to give to one or more of her failed children. Despite the various odd things about her, she's lovely enough to look at. Which is nice.

Personality
Probably a little bit weird. Maybe.

Magic/Abilities
A brilliant mind. Beryl isn't afraid of consequences and doesn't believe in 'good' or 'evil'. Things people would consider bad to do or risky are things she barely bats an eye at. She's given life to many creatures created from others.

Relationships
Lallianolu - One of her abandoned 'children'.

Ingredients:
Lizard.
One Dead Human Mage Girl.
A Goat.
'Angel's Tears' or some such bollocks.
A lot of patience.
Consensus: Failure.

Barrier - Abandoned 'child'.

Ingredients:
1. Suit of Fancy Armor.
2. A Soul.
3. More patience.
Consensus: Failure.

Lots of Other Abandoned 'Children'. (wanna play one? Let me know! She's made loads of crap. I mean people.)

History
Reading dangerous books leads to dangerous places.
Now she's got a cats eyes. And lots of children made of other peoples children.

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Name Lallianolu
Age Less than a year
Gender Female
Species A mix!
Ethnicity Unknown
Height 5'4"
Occupation Wanderer
Residence Anywhere she can sleep

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Physical Description
Lallianolu is a homunculus. As such she's made of a specially crafted mix-match of bodies and people. A little unicorn, a little lizard, some elf. As such she's rather odd looking. Embedded on her forehead is a little diamond that she knows as a use - just not for what - scales extend on her forehead to her ears. Horns grow up from her forehead. Her hair is white and extends down to her knees.

Most of her is humanoid and the defining features of what are not would be her tail which is green scaled with a tuft of white hair at the tip and her lower legs, which end in delicate cloven hoofs, surrounded by the same white fur. Again, her lower legs are covered by the green scales. She doesn't know what she is or why she looks like this, she does however appreciate normal people feet and wishes she had some.

Personality

Curious! Doesn't really have one as of yet. Hasn't been around long enough to develop one.

Magic/Abilities

A summoner. Lallianolu can summon creatures made of the elements and for a short while speak to the souls of the departed.

Relationships

None. She woke up alone.

History

Abandoned after being created Lallianolu is currently mostly history-less.

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