[CHAR] Genesis: Land of the Gods

[TheWendil]

Lila Gerude

~Lila Gerude~

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Name: Lila Gerude
Title: The Gunslayer
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Birthday: March 29th
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Location: Edelwiess
Species: Human

Personality:
Lila Gerude generally has two expressions written on her face: neutral and frowning. Perhaps at one time she was more kind-hearted and generally less stoic. Maybe. Now though, she'd much rather just not talk to anyone at any time or anywhere. As someone who has traveled the world in numerous exploits due to the nature of her job, Lila is a girl with a stone face. Often, the last thing her most unfortunate quarries see before their passages into either death or justice are her cold visage and the barrel of her guns. Lila appears cold and apathetic, and to some extent she really is, only allowing her mind to focus on tasks at hand. She especially has a great hatred for nobility for some unexplained reason.

Now say, perhaps she was kinder back in her past? If that were the case, one would think that maybe that more tolerable, maybe even sweeter, side of herself is just lying dormant somewhere deep inside. That makes sense, right? Maybe she's just shy. And maybe she really does feel something whenever she does her dirty work. Who knows? But if someone really wants to be her friend, they could always start by bringing up her favorite topic, that being the numerous theories surrounding the creation of Genesis.

Background:
Originally born and raised in Carnatia, Lila often had an interest in the world around her as opposed to the vast forests of her home kingdom. Like most young children, Lila would often explore the woods in her youth and traverse the vast landscape with her family on occasional hunting trips. Indeed, it was perhaps this lifestyle that encouraged her to become a bounty hunter, traveling the world in search of work.

It wasn’t long before Lila, now an adult, made a name for herself. To her, no amount of work was too shady, no employer to be turned down as long as the price was right. Unfortunately her rather cold demeanor only ever gave her enemies and over time she simply began to accept the assumption that she was some stoic monster with no emotions. Thus, the Gunslayer was born. Lila now travels everywhere given that her jobs send her to exotic places almost all the time. Despite this, she does thoroughly rent a small apartment in the grand country of Edelwiess, so much so that she has come to consider it as her permanent home.

Likes: Ice cream cones, pets, new equipment to clean her guns, and snow.

Dislikes: Spicy foods, politics, nobility, and desert areas.

Talents and Hobbies: She is reported to be able to play several songs on a piano, though she claims she’s grossly out of practice. Furthermore she enjoys camping as well as spending time outdoors, writing up new theories to how Genesis was created.

Allignment: Neutral Good

Magic Type: Water with a mastery over Ice control.

Fighting Style: Mostly relies on long-ranged attacks, though she can fight in close combat using short-bladed weapons. Often incorporates her magic into her gun, using water bullets to pierce the enemy and ice ammunition to break through tough barriers.

Weapon: A shotgun called Durga that can not only fire conventional bullets but also ammunition conjured up by her natural magic. Oddly enough, it works both at close and long distances, Lila sometimes using the gun to snipe enemies from afar. Furthermore, she also carried a short-bladed sword at her side at all times.

Weaknesses: Fire magic, enemies with the ability to deflect bullets, seasoned fighters who are adept in their hand with a blade. Isn’t too good with spending or managing her money.

Strengths: An excellent marksman as well as a hunter in the wild. Can easily navigate through forest terrain. Has also built up quite a reputation from well-earned experience and time as a bounty hunter.

Marianne

~Marianne~

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Name: Marianne
Title: The Corpse Collector
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthday: October 13th
Occupation: Grave Digger
Location: Carnatia
Species: Human

Personality:
Marianne is quite the interesting persona to all that happen to stumble upon her. Despite the fact that she’s a user of high dark magic and generally looked upon with fear and scorn for meddling in the forbidden arts, she is soft-spoken and polite a good majority of the time. So much so in fact, that she often stresses the proper difference between a lady and a heathen to anyone caring to listen.

That being said, Marianne’s favorite topic of discussion would have to be the many ways in which to incapacitate her foes. She’s the kind of person who would gladly explain to you when and how you’ll die over a cup of tea. She does not fear death, claiming that death is only the next stage in Omni’s course. Of course, that doesn’t excuse her rather…odd habits.

One such habit seems to be a fascination with eyes. Human eyes, dragon eyes…really anything that moves around in the socket and blinks. Probably has something to do with her covered right eye, though she’ll momentarily drop the regal air and proceed to go into something akin to a panic attack whenever people mention it.

And yet despite all of these…interesting features, Marianne is a person that genuinely cares for those around her. That is, those who can tolerate her poetic and morbid nature. Of course, with friendship comes loyalty and protection. The others may be bound by their morality, but Marianne is a girl who is willing to do any and all things for the sake of her friends. Anything…even if it means taking a few lives through dirty manners.

Background:
A distant nomad from the land of Carnatia, Marianne would rather not speak of her past, though it probably has to do with that eye-patch she’s always wearing. She hasn’t claimed it to be host to any magical powers, so there’s no reason for the secrecy. Even so, she will lash out without thought or reason whenever people question it.

Skimming the whole eye thing aside, Marianne’s mother taught her what she knew of magic while her father helped her to eventually read and write, inspiring her to create her own spells. In the present day, Marianne travels around simply for the sake of doing so, finding interest in the stories all around her.

Recently though, her interests lie in various religions and occults scattered around the world. Usually not one to get involved in such stupid things like politics, she remained neutral no more when news of “certain interesting individuals” reached her ears. Now she seeks to meet this fine folk of the world…if only to strive off her boredom and give her amusement.

Likes: Eyes, people with manners, eyes, taking apart bodies and using them as art or for scientific means, eyes, elegant dresses, eyes.

Dislikes: Mentioning her eye-patch, rude people.

Talents and Hobbies: Marianne’s favorite hobby is the study and inspection of the human body, specifically corpses and eyes. She is scarily talented in preserving body parts as well as finding new ways to incorporate them into her “art”. Is perhaps the most horrid cook.

Allignment: Chaotic Neutral

Magic Type: Dark magic; Marianne’s grimoire is named Lazarus for good reason. As a mage that practices in the dark arts, her magical prowess is unnaturally high for someone her age. Of course, such power does wonders in corroding the mentality of her person, making her unstable at times. Her most potent technique involves the limited reanimation of selected corpses.

Though despite her eerily powerful control over the unnatural and…just plain disturbing forces, her mastery over the dark arts leaves her vulnerable to lighter arcane magics. That, and she hates bright magic due to it being hard to look at.

Fighting Style:A caster who relies on long-ranged spells and distance to use to her advantage. Often she will not leave the enemy completely dead, if only to use their various body parts for her pleasure, though she’s not above murder to get the more favorable body proportions.

Weapon: A pulsing grimoire by the name of Lazarus that contains many a wicked spell, curse, or hex. Sometimes Marianne can be seen talking with the inanimate object, nodding her head and giggling in response to its unheard words.

Weaknesses: Light magic and overall enemies who can close the distance between her; she is vulnerable in close-ranged combat.

Strengths: A naturally gifted user of the dark arts, her most powerful strength is perhaps the creativity that boils in her sickened mind. Often she takes numerous notes in her grimoire detailing new methods of utilizing the human anatomy.

[Ya Boy Tendou]

Sol

Nerd

Name: Sol
Nicknames/Titles: Loan Shark
Age: Appears 20, but even he's unsure of his own age, so he just says 21 to be safe
Gender/Sex: Male
Birthday: April 20th
Occupation: Sol works for two infamous loan sharks. One is stationed in Zin, the other in Edelweiss. When someone doesn't pay up on time, he's usually sent out.
Where they live: Officially, he lives in Zin. But nothing can stop him from heading out to Edelweiss for "work".
Species: Kitsune

Personality

Sol likes to have fun. He has an easygoing, but mischievous demeanor. Teasing is common coming from him. He likes to get reactions out of people.. A large amount of his goals are centered around what will amuse him the most. That being said, he doesn't like doing what isn't fun, and can become quite stubborn and childish when he's forced to do a boring task. He dislikes it when he has too many responsibilities, and he's honestly a little bit of a slacker when he's not having fun. He's someone who is independent and most of the time, he doesn't like working on a team. Not that he can't, but he considers it easier to work on his own, rather than worrying about others.. He likes doing things his own way, and can become quite stubborn whenever he's forced to deviate from his plans. He's extremely able to work efficiently and is incredibly active. He dislikes being idle for too long and he's always wanting to explore new places and eat new foods. He's an adventurous fellow who always likes new experiences.

He's incredibly affectionate towards friends. He also likes teasing them and is rather mischievous. But he can be picky with who he befriends. It's not his standards, but it's his personality preference. Certain people just tend to "click" with him, while others don't. Sol isn't easily intimidated or frightened, even when he honestly should be. He tends to overestimate himself at times in combat. But he usually doesn't underestimate his foes. In combat, he doesn't let his guard down and he's quite focused. But when out of battle, he can tend to be easily distracted. His thoughts will roam all over the place and he'll tune out whatever you're saying if he doesn't find it interesting. Of course, he's conscious enough to nod and try and look like he's paying attention, because he has common manners. He isn't often rude to people intentionally. But he does have a habit of running away from responsibilities that don't matter to him.

Sol is a kind kitsune nonetheless. He likes socializing, but he tends to do better with a smaller circle of friends. He's quite flirty as well, but if he makes someone uncomfortable, he stops and apologizes. He tends to be rather mysterious to most, as he teases others and acts friendly, but he doesn’t have many actual friends. He's good with picking up how others feel, and will often act accordingly. He can be quite mature when the situation calls for it, and if he sees one of his friends isn't feeling good, he'll immediately cater to their needs. He's very clingy with his friends and likes hugs a lot. He's really tall and may look threatening at first, but if you're not an enemy, you'll quickly discover that he's just a big mush. He really likes being petted and cuddled. He’s also really good with kids, even if they do pull his tail at times. Of course, he dislikes being told what to do, as well, unless it’s by his employers who are actually paying him.

Sol has a habit of isolating himself from others. He doesn’t like letting others in on how he’s feeling, and he needs to be very close to someone to let them know about his past and his true emotions. He has issues with trusting others, so even though he appears sociable, no one is really seeing the full picture unless they try to dig deeper. He needs to spend a large amount of time with others in order to trust them very deeply, which is why his group of friends is so small, even though he seems so popular. He does value those who are close to him immensely, and he would absolutely give his life for them. He’s a loyal and giving friend who would never consider betrayal. He hates traitors with all of his might. But at the same time, he has fears of being betrayed. He often fears his friends leaving him.

Background
Sol was born in a poor area of Zin. He lived as an only child in a shoddy apartment, supported by his parents.His mother was a hard worker, who always sent him to school to make sure he was intelligent. His father was also a worker, but even when not working, he was often out. So Sol rarely ever saw him. He was a mischievous student, whose smile rarely betrayed the poor life he lived. He had many friends during his first years of school. Eventually, his father was home more often and they bonded. His father taught him self-defense and how to use magic, while his mother helped further his education. Despite how poor they were, they managed. The two loved him very much. Or so he thought. After he turned six, he had trouble sleeping one night and went downstairs, only to find his father leaving with a suitcase… with all of his “important” belongings. After spotting Sol, he rushed out the door without a goodbye. Sol’s father left them to marry a wealthier woman, his engagement ring left on the kitchen counter.

The deep sense of betrayal devastated not only Sol, but his mother, who was shocked at the sudden turn of events. Their household was not the same after that. She was forced to work another job, and Sol rarely ever saw her. It was after another year that she passed away, forcing him to go to an orphanage. He had only one friend there. Her name was Mimi, and she approached him the very day that he arrived. The two had a very close bond and were in the same school together. They spent two years together, but she was adopted when she turned nine, leaving Sol alone once more. It was another year before Sol was taken in by an elderly kitsune woman. She never told him how old she was--but she did thwap him on the nose after he asked her. She became a motherly figure to him, and was actually able to teach him swordsmanship and how to use his magic. This woman, named Kimi, slowly healed his heart. But his trust issues would still remain.

He went through both middle school and high school, but became a slacker in his last year. Kimi had to routinely scold him after seeing a bad grade, but she got him through somehow. Those years weren’t very eventful for him. Girls flocked to him. He went to some parties. Nothing much really went on until he graduated and was able to get a job underneath a loan shark in Zin, thanks to Kimi. He was then able to get his own place and live on his own, taking routine trips to Edelweiss after a loan shark from there hired him to work.

Likes:Sleeping, fighting, tuna, rice, tofu, summertime, warm weather, fish, salty foods, meat of all kinds

Dislikes: Waking up too early, spiders, boredom, being told what to do, wintertime, sweets, cold weather, rainy weather

Talents/Hobbies: He’s surprisingly good with sewing.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Magic Type: Fire

Fighting Style: He’s an utterly offensive fighter who is always up front with his opponents. He’s merciless with his attacks and doesn’t pause for a second. His fire magic combined with his superior swordsman skills makes him a deadly opponent, and he’s only getting better and better each battle. He can use his magic for long-ranged attacks, but he always prefers to be up-close with his opponents. His flame color is Blue, making it all the more powerful.

Weapon(s): A heavy, silver sword that he wields skillfully. He’s named it “George”.

Weaknesses: Long-ranged opponents, bulky opponents with a lot of stamina, irresponsible, slacker, hand-to-hand combat

Strengths: Fire magic, close-combat, good at tracking

[Rune_Alchemist]

Saika Miyano

Saika

Sai stands an imposing 6'2", with lush white hair and bright blue eyes. She is normally seen wearing armor made out of a slain sea serpent she killed herself, only at the age of 16. And yes, she is in fact a demon. Normally, her horns are concealed using magic - and she has tattoos that appear all over her back and sides, though they are concealed by her armor usually.

Normally, she wields one of two katanas, which are strapped to her sides. While she can use both, it's not her forte in a fight, though she's getting better as she believes it fits her fighting style perfectly. Which Katana she uses, though, will usually decide her fighting style for the fight and she can switch in the middle of a fight, should she need too. (ignore giant hammer)

"Oh...hello. Saika Miyano, at your service. If you don't need my blade, then I have things I must do."

Name:
Saika Miyano

Nicknames/Titles:
-The Demon Samurai of Zin
-The Blue Ronin
'Sai' or 'Miya' to her friends.

Age:
22

Gender/Sex:
Female

Birthday:
17th of April

Occupation:
Bandit/Adventurer/Mercenary.

When she's not being paid for her services or exploring some unknown part of the map, she's often causing mischief in the way of banditry.

Where they live:
Moves from place to place, but has currently been spotted in the mountains of Edelweiss.
Has a safe haven in Zin.

Species:
Demon

Bio
Personality:
Above all, Sai is an honorable, loyal, and would never turn her back on an ally. She values her friends above all else, even above her own life if she truly values them and considers them a friend. That aside, generally, she's a fairly pleasant person, if a tad bit on the quiet and thoughtful side. Though she's not quiet out of shyness or apathy. She simply doesn't have much to say in the way of words. She prefers letting her actions do the talking, as any true warrior should.

Which means, at times she can be a surprisingly cute ball of nervousness and stuttering for not knowing what to say, though she is not a stranger for using words to berate someone or reprimand them rather harshly.

She can not tolerate unneeded acts of violence in her presence, and would definitely go out of her way to save someone from such a fate. She doesn't tolerate cruelty at all, and would definitely step in to save someone from a cruel and unusual punishment...given it's not against the law, and she has no connection to the poor guy getting the treatment.

She can be rather lazy, sometimes, though not overly so. Sometimes, it's simply nice to take day off and nap under the trees after a nice drink.

Background
Abandoned as a child to a clan of rather secretive and noble warriors far removed from the more modern parts of Zin, she didn't exactly have an easy time growing up simply because she was a demon. While many Zin people are welcoming towards beast people, Kitsunes, and Tengu, she was neither, and many of these superstitious old warriors thought raising her would only bring disaster, but the clan leader disagreed, saying that to abandon a child simply based on so called omens was pure folly. He wouldn't allow his honor to be stained as such.

So she was raised and taught the way of the sword and warrior along other children her age - along with magic. In her case, Dark Magic, and she quickly distinguished herself from the others being physically stronger, faster, and all around above them in terms of strength and prowess. A few students grew jealous of her ability, though most constantly looked up to her as a role model, especially the younger ones.

When she was 16, a graduation ceremony of sorts was held, to test everyone's skill with a blade. First step, was to forge the blade you were going to use for the rest of your life. This is when she forged 'Makaze', her blade and current companion. Next, was to venture into the nearby mountains and a surrounding forest, slay a beast and bring back a trophy proving your defeat. Whether or not you graduated, or were deemed a failure and cast out, depended on the beast you slayed.

One chance. One chance only, for a warrior, there are no second chances on the battlefield. Confident in her abilities, she set out into the forest, but something...something terrible was about to happen that week.

A sea serpent, had somehow found its way into a lake resting on the mountain. The other students, didn't even stand a chance against the beast. And despite being confined to the river, it was able to blast highly pressurized water from its maw.

Those few who were lucky, only got away with broken legs, and broken spirits. However, Three people were able to bring the beast down and graduate that day. A boy by the name of Renzo, a childhood rival and friend, of hers by the name of Dai, and herself. After slaying the beast, they all three brought it back to the temple, and were all allowed to pass right then and there, with the rest, though while not succeeding, not being kicked out either - for this was an unforeseen circumstance, and the elders were merciful.

She crafted herself a armor out of the beasts hide and bones. Dai created himself a second blade from the bones and blood of it, naming it 'akaiittou'. Renzo, created a fine bow, and trained himself to use it next to his blade.

Over the course of three years, the three grew fairly close and had quite a few misadventures together around the temple, now that they were free to leave, and seek out their calling elsewhere.

Unfortunately, fate saw fit to make sure that Dai and Renzo would never make it through a fourth year. She still doesn't entirely know the truth behind the incident, but what she does know...is that she was blamed for murdering them, and was cast out of the order.

She has been wondering ever since, trying to make sense of the events that transpired that day, a masterless sword seeking a cause, you might say. Her sense of honor and law has deteriorated quite a bit since then, and if the rumors are true, she's only steadily gotten more and more violent in her banditry over the years.

Likes:
Ice cream, pastries, alcohol, fighting, harmless pranks, meat, rain.

Dislikes:
Vegetables, warm weather, spicy food, dogs, and snakes. is surprisingly terrified of ghosts.

Talents/Hobbies:
Likes carving these odd little wooden masks in her spare time. Says it helps her focus.
Training
Adventuring.
Stealing treasures from tombs.
Often meditates in the morning
Can forge Katanas and possibly other swords and small crafts.

Alignment:
(it is difficult for me to ever place my characters into just 'one' alignment, since I believe a character is never just one, so I hope this is acceptable)

True Neutral/Lawful Neutral.
First and foremost, she is loyal to her code of honor - which places her friends and allies above all else on her list, only below her own pride and honor as a warrior. That said, she's also not entirely...good, either.

Considering she's a well known bandit/thief.

While she does try to follow the law, if it does inconvenience her she won't hesitate to break it if she believes she can get away with it - and if caught she would likely surrender, unless, again she believes she can get away with it.

Magic Type:
Dark Magic.

Fighting Style:
Quick, deadly, efficient, but honorable. She prefers fighting with her Katana, but don't underestimate her magic. Combined with her magic, she's a force to be reckoned with on the field. Her main use of her magic, is extending the reach of her katana's to impossibly long reach. Long range is not her specialty, so she tries to close ranged distances quickly.

She prefers one on one fights, but she will never back down from a challenge. To do so, would stain her honor.

Using both of her blades at once is possible, and she can do it to effectively increase her offensive ability further, but it requires a great amount of focus, and if she's not careful it could be dangerous.

Weapon(s):
Two Katana, named 'Makaze', who's blade is light, deadly and fast. Used by her most often - often wielded one-handed.

and 'akaiittou', the blood red blade is heavier and thicker than Makaze, requiring greater stamina and strength to wield. Used to fight opponents with heavy armor and who are slower. Often wielded with two hands.

carries a small carving knife.

Weaknesses:
-Long ranged combat
-Armor is light and designed for movement, not defense.
-Will never resort to underhanded tactics in a fight, even if her opponent does. This can leave her at a significant disadvantage sometimes.

Strengths:
-fairly decent at fighting any type of opponent since she can change styles easily, depending on the Katana she wields.
-Fairly impressive physical strength and stamina.
-Close ranged fighting.

Amelia Brandt

Hider

A rather tall woman, standing at a solid 5'8", she has brown hair with chocolate colored eyes. Often times, she is seen wearing her military uniform. The only time you can catch her not wearing it, is when she's bathing, sleeping, or relaxing in her manor's study.

"Shape up you louts! I'll not have slackers in the ranks!"

Name:
Amelia Brandt.

Nicknames/Titles:
-General Brandt to most of the public and those of the military
-Amelia to friends.

Age:
28

Gender/Sex:
Female

Birthday:
January 15th.

Occupation:
Brigadier General in the Edelweiss military.
Aims for General, and possibly higher.

Where they live:
Edelweiss, City of Hafros but travels often on military or diplomatic business.

Species:
Human

Bio:
Personality:
In social situations, on the surface she is generally pleasant. Charismatic, friendly, and amicable, she dislikes violence, speaks with a very respectful and polite tone, and will generally resolve conflicts with peace and diplomacy if she can since she dislikes violence or overly 'unneeded' acts of violence. Even then, though, if she see's someone in trouble she'll step in and help - protecting others from criminals and other such things is a vow she made when joining the military, and a vow she intends to keep.

But only on the surface.

Ask anyone who spends enough time around her, and they'll easily tell you...she is not a woman you would wish to cross or stand in her way. Despite her friendly and amicable nature, that truly only runs as far as humans are concerned. Non humans, truthfully, might as well go and die for all she cares. But of course, public opinion prevents her from stating such beliefs openly.

Not only that, she is quite the ambitious person. She aims for the position of General of the Edelweiss army, and most would be correct in assuming she'd want even more if she could ever find a way of attaining it. That is, ruling all of Edelweiss herself. Hell, the entire world of Genesis of she could get her mitts on it.

She refuses to let anyone stand in the way of this ambition of hers. Any who do, she will dispose of using the fullest extent of the law possible, or even go as far as to hire the correct people to do it - so long as them being hired can't be traced back to her.

Of course, she is an honorable person who keeps her word, if she gives it. You can expect loyalty from her if she gives her word on something.

As far as work is concerned, she is a fairly serious person. She takes the military very, very, seriously and most of the others know it. Shenanigans will not be tolerated in the ranks when she is present.

And despite her hate of violence, she has been known to have...quite a few darker tendencies. Especially towards the punishing of criminals. At times...she can be over exuberant in the pursuit and punishment of them.

Background
Amelia's story isn't a tearjerker or one overly rife with conflict. Not of the emotional or violent sort, at least.

Born into a wealthy aristocratic family as the youngest of four siblings, she was often looked down on and underestimated simply due to being the last born of the family. The runt, you might say. That's not saying her parents didn't support or love her, they did. It's just that...well, they had some rather radical views of non-humans for whatever reason.

Perhaps it was just an old, archaic tradition of the Brandt family. Whatever the case, they made sure to pass their beliefs onto their children, and none believed them more so than the young Amelia. Being the runt, it was nice to think that there were other creatures who were less than she was, that she was inherently better than.

She committed herself to studying academics and marksmanship at an early age, becoming quite skilled with most forms of firearms, but preferring a small and lightweight handgun, modified to work with her magic.

When she was 18, she joined the military and quickly became disgusted with how it was run. Not to mention the non-humans in the ranks. For a sheltered, somewhat brainwashed girl such as herself, it was unthinkable. It was around this time she vowed to fix that problem. Permanently.

She quickly rose through the ranks using various methods. Legal, and once or twice maybe not so legal means to get promoted quickly. Of course, doing it too quickly would cause a problem. People would notice. The wrong sort of people who could foil her plans.

So now, she waits at the rank of Brigadier General. Waiting for an opportunity to take control of the highest position in the military.

Likes:
Torture, Hot beverages, Order, Peace, Humans, disciplining others, the sweet deliciousness that are blueberries, diplomacy.

Dislikes:
Non humans, chaos, laziness, insubordination, slackers, spicy things, direct fights, bugs.

Talents/Hobbies:
-Drinking tea
-Reading
-Studying ancient ruins. (Who knows where one might find some...artifact of power?~)

Alignment:
Lawful Evil, with a dash of Chaotic Evil.

Combat

Magic Type:
Wind

Fighting Style:
Most often, she wields her saber in her right hand, and her pistol in the other. This makes for a very deadly, and effective combination. She can force you into a sword-lock, and then shoot you in the face with a gun, for example. Most often, she employs wind magic to enhance her speed and agility, sometimes strengthening the blows of her sword.

Weapon(s):
A saber and a custom made handgun she keeps on her at all times. The handgun is modified to use regular bullets, as well as work with her wind magic to shoot small blasts of air to stun and deter opponents. Possibly even using wind to cut or lacerate if she can put enough force into it.

Also carries a riding crop. She'll gladly show you how one can put it to good...use~

Weaknesses:
- Wears no armor what so ever, aside from her military uniform unless she's in the field. Then she can be seen wearing bullet-resistant armor under it.
-Long-range combat.
-Dislikes fighting, and will often attempt to talk her way out of doing so using diplomatic means, bribery, or other...'persuasive' methods.
-Big, heavily armored opponents.
-While she is indeed trained by the military, she is by no means a fighter capable of taking on a large number of opponents at once. Not without getting injured herself.

Strengths:
-Excellent Tactician.
-Close to mid range fighting.
-Knows 'people'.
-Will do anything to get the job done.
-Quite loyal, if you can get her to give you her word.

[TheWildBunnii]

Dakath

Basic

Name:

Dakath

Nicknames/Titles:

The Guardian

Age:

39, appears to be in his early thirties

Gender/Sex:

Male

Birthday:

27th of May

Occupation:

Bodyguard

Where they live:

Carnatia

Species:

Shifter

Bio

Dakath lived on his own from the start. He never knew his family, considering they died in a fire a when he was only three years old. Dakath was the only one who survived out of his whole family. An old couple found Dakath on the ground screaming and crying. They took him in and raised him as his own. The only scary thing was, that his foster parents were elves, knowing little of the world of shifters expect from tall-tells.

Having no regrets about adopting him. Dakath grew up living within the abyss of his adopted parents' culture. The kids of the clan made his life difficult for being different. He did not understand why they feared and hated him. He endures the humiliation and beatings from the boys of the village until the age of sixteen. One night, Dakath ended up almost killing one of his bullies after a beating, the strange occurred; he shifted. After that day, the children of the clan left him alone and took the time to discover his new power.

On his way from his odd job to his isolated tent, there was an upheaval; a raiding had occurred and the thugs were terrorizing the citizens, including Dakath. Two relatively lanky albeit tall thugs had pinpointed him with blades, telling him to empty his pockets, but Dakath genuinely had nothing to give and so as one raised his blade to strike, a noble with beautiful robes blocked the blow, fighting off the two thugs with a ferocity of a tiger's revenge. Dumbfounded, Dakath could only stand there as the man slowly turned around, offering him a golden dagger. The noble's eyes were gray, dim- he was old. He told him, "Work for me."

Whatever had driven him, Dakath did not know, but he took the dagger without hesitation and accepted. The noble who had recruited him was a sixty-two-year-old elf named Myles, who trained him until the very day he died. Dakath continues to protect the only treasure Myles left behind; his daughter.

Personality:

Being silent and reserved to those he deem unknown, he is articulate in speech when needed to speak; he chooses his words carefully and with tact, though, if piqued, he can obtain a sharp-tongued. Perhaps being little ways overly circumspect (often due to a lack of trust or a fear of unfavorable outcomes), he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself. Though at times his sentimental issues drive him to make audacious decisions. However, he is willing to extend a hand of affiliation if he deems the individual trustworthy and relatively conscientious.

Likes:

Combat

Nature

Dislikes:

Arrogant People

Talents/Hobbies:

Acute Hearing

Alignment:

True Neutral

Combat

Magic Type:

N/A

Fighting Style:

Dakath often depends on hand to hand combat; grappling and ground fighting. He also knows other tactics that involve complex body movement.

Weapon(s):

Golden Dagger

Weaknesses:

Sword fighting; though he is relatively skilled, it is not his best attribute.

Strengths:

The only strength he bothers to acknowledge is his massive willpower.

Elanalue Vaeri Dalyor

Basic

Name:

Elanalue Vaeri Dalyor

Nicknames/Titles:

Vaeri

Age:

25

Gender/Sex:

Female

Birthday:

12th of November

Occupation:

Heiress/Traveler

Where they live:

Carnatia

Species:

Elf

Bio

Vaeri was a gift from the Elven Empress even if it came at the cost of the mother's life. As the only child of a wealthy merchant, life had always been easy for her, she received the best education from high qualified tutors, along with exotic treasures her father would bring for her. Vaeri was diagnosed at the age of 5 as color blind. Not many people are aware of her illness. Her father hides her defaults, keeping her sheltered. They worried the outside world will bring harm to their precious miracle. As she stayed behind closed doors, Vaeri had pots of flowers and canvases around the house. A few hobbies to keep herself calm and busy until dinnertime.

When she met Dakath, life comes with a bang of color. She was happy to have someone to talk to. Overtime, Dakath became the big brother dreamed for. He taught her a couple survival tactics. Along with a few tricks from him.

Her heart sank when her father passed away, Vaeri knew she did not want to die without at least witnessing the world around her. Bound to the new passion, Vaeri left her home behind and went on to begin her left as a traveler with Dakath by her side.

Personality:

Vaeri has always been a native girl, who always believed the best in others. A very soft heartened girl, she tend to not hate anyone; which often leads her into a great deal of trouble. But don't let her kindness fool you, she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself when in a bind. Despite her friendly disposition, she's often absent minded and quick to forgive. Curious and gentle, she's a picture book perfection of an angel.

Likes:

Music & Arts

Traveling

Dislikes:

Wine

Rudeness

Talents/Hobbies:

Painting

Gardening

Alignment:

Lawful Good

Combat

Magic Type:

Aura

Fighting Style:

Long Distance if possible

Weapon(s):

Magic

Dakath

Weaknesses:

The fear being talked down to by others as if she were a young child.

Strengths:

She isn't afraid to speak her mind, no matter who she's up against.

[GrafRoy Zeppeli]

A Dullahan

"T-That flood last month totally wasn't my fault!"

Name: Einri

Nicknames/Titles: The Clumsiest Dullahan Ever. Mister No-Head.

Age: 22

Gender/Sex: Male

Birthday: November 1st

Occupation: Traveller, Wandering Healer, Occasional Troublemaker and Disaster Bringer, Reaper Of Souls, from time to time.

Where they live: Carnatia, good place to be when you are an odd kind of fairy.

Species: Dullahan "Bringer of Death and Knight Of Souls! I shall escort you through the Riv-! *head falls off* A-Ah, catch me dumbass!"

Bio

Personality: Einri is the very definition of someone so forgetful that they'd forget their head if it weren't attached to their shoulders. Sadly for the Dullahan, that is exactly the case with him.

He is kind hearted, good natured and more often than not a pushover. Unlike most of his species, he prefers the use of Light magic over every other, thinking it better for him to heal rather than harm others, though he is also adept and ever-ready for a fight if the need should arise.

Like most Dullahans, Einri does tend to lose control among some at death's doorstep, which is why he prefers his healing magic, both to help others and to sate his sudden urges whenever someone seems to be dying.

He also has a flair for the dramatic (*cough* chuunibyo *cough*) and often slips into speeches about his powers as a knight of the death and whatnot. It's probably best if you don't pay attention to him once he starts, or he'll just go on and on until you fall asleep.

When his dramatic speeches are shut down, he'll start talking like he normally does. Though somewhat polite, he still swears every once in a while.

Einri believes (or at least wants to) that nothing actually happens when he loses his head, but more often than not when he does, something does happen, though not as major as some would think.

While head and body are together, Einri seems to control every movement of both body and head, but when he suddenly goes MIA, his body can and will act by itself. Though, and since it is incapable of speech, he will communicate through hand signs or by writing. The 'personality' of his body seems to be a lot more wacky than Einri's often over-dramatic speech.

Biography: Einri was not born in Carnatia. Honestly, he isn't even sure if he was 'born'.

He just kind of awakened, a four year old in the middle of nothing with no one to turn to and carrying his head by the side. It was odd, to say the least, but little Einri had no option but to walk his own path, of course, accompanied by his ever trustworthy steed the shadowy horse Adbert.

He did have some basic knowledge, though. He knew how to speak, hunt and use some of his magic, he shouldn't lose his head and keep Adbert well fed, and he should also.... he should also...

Harvest the souls of the living

It was a sudden voice that told him that. Einri did not really know what was going on, neither did he understand what it meant to 'harvest a soul', so he simply continue his way.

Apparently, he was near the border from Edelweiss to Carnatia and as he tried to walk past a town, the people suddenly seemed scared.

Fairies are meant to be messengers of the Gods, at least so the people of Edelweiss believed. If a Dullahan, small as Einri was, had arrived to their town, horse and everything, then that meant it was the end of them.

The people took refuge in their houses and Einri would've been able to pass through the town unhindered. Surely, the villagers wished for that to happen too, but he was drawn somewhere else.

They were most probably his instincts as a Dullahan, but the boy walked towards a house.

His horse kicked down the door and the little agent of death, guided by his most primal instincts, headed for a room upstairs.

What he found there was a family of three. A woman, a girl and a man. The women were in the floor, seemingly scared, and the man was resting on his bed, his breathing ragged and his aspect less than healthy.

Einri approached him, despite the protests of the man's family, and Adbert kept them at bay as the small dullahan approached him.

"Do you wish for death, young one?" He asked the man.

It was a simple matter for him to determine that his time was nigh. Perhaps he had been poisoned, perhaps a battle wound, perhaps anything else... Einri did not care.

The man nodded, slightly and that was enough for Einri. To this day, the dullahan himself does not know whether he really nodded or if he imagined it.

An ethereal hand pierced his chest and out came his soul. His first reaping.

Einri left the family behind without ever looking back, and soon enough left the town.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in Carnatia. He did not know what he had done, but he only knew one thing. That it had been horrible.

Adbert had no way of explaining him, but he did make the small dullahan reach for the soul he had reaped. His eyes widdened once he took it between his hands. He did not know how he got it, but he knew what it was. The soul of a human.

He proceeded to let it in the river and let it flow away. It is Einri's way of 'transporting souls to the afterlife'. He never knew if that was really enough, but he decided on something. To never let himself be overcome by his instincts again.

The man started training both his body and magic, to the point that he believed them to be second to none. After that, he started a journey. A journey to heal all those in need. Whether it was by using his healing magic or by reaping their souls.

Likes: Helping people, dramatic speeches, cool fighting moves and magic, scythes and scythe-like weapons, books and a good romance story, specially those involving dullahans, his horse, whose name is Adbert.

Dislikes: Forgetting where he left his head, his body acting on his own, being near people that are about to die.

Talents/Hobbies: He is pretty good at healing, having more of an aptitude towards Light magic rather than Dark magic. He can also make some pretty good concoctions for healing and whatnot. His aptitude for fighting with a scythe is surprisingly good, and often times when carrying his weapon, he tends to frighten the children of whatever town he finds himself in.

He likes reading and wandering about in the night, see if anyone is still out and about and in need of guidance. He also likes to gather rare plants and whatnot to make concoctions.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Combat

Magic Type: Light, both used for attacks and healing, though Einri leans more towards healing.

Fighting Style: When in a group, Einri tends to stay in the back, providing support and attacking only when the time seems right and there are no allies in his path so that he can swing his scythe freely.

When fighting alone, Einri does tend to keep some distance between himself and his opponent, trying to make the most of the advantage he's got in range with his weapon. Not having to worry about healing others, he tends to sling offensive spells to trap his opponents.

He tends to enhance the blade of his scythe with light magic going at an unbelievable speed so that it can saw through just about anything.

Weapon(s): A scythe about the same size as him. It's got rather good range.

Weaknesses: The man's focus towards healing magic has left him with a small repertoire of offensive magic. While he isn't half bad fighting with his scythe, once someone enters close range against him it might get spiky, since it is hard to control a scythe while fighting in close quarters.

Strengths: He tends to keep people at distance, and almost always seeks to trap them using magic and his scythe. He is more brains than brawn, after all. His healing magic makes for excellent support.

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Chaotic Evil Sadistic Girl

"Ah, your screams are so harmonious. More... give me more!"

Name: Alexia Kobushi

Nicknames/Titles: Sadistical Bitch

Age: Unknown, don't ask

Gender/Sex: "If you can't see right in front of you, I might have to gauge those things in your face you call eyes~" A woman, obviously.

Birthday: May 14th

Occupation: Sadist(yes, she thinks of it as her occupation), Adventurer, Brawler, Disposer of trash, Hitwoman, Occasional Mercenary

Where they live: Has a house in Zin, but thinking seriously of selling it, since she hasn't been there for quite a while.

Species: Human. Human? Perhaps human.

Bio

Personality: In a sigle sentence, a sadistical bitch.

She likes fighting and she likes taking her sweet time killing her opponents. Torture is one of her strong suits.

She sings just about every word she speaks and her mind is often such a muddled mess that not even the best of psychics can actually make out what this woman is thinking.

Her usual expression is a smile, and she will probably fight you, defeat you, torture you, and then kill you all with that same expression in her face. Many people think her an easy prey by her almost amicable, almost naive mask of an expression that she seems to wear at all times.

Truthfully, it is hard to say whether the woman is sane or if she went crazy a long time ago. She's got a silver tongue that has helped her in her assassination plans more than once, and is as intelligent and cunning as they come, but brutal and completely crazed when she gets a single taste of blood.

At most, she will use a whip, but otherwise she prefers to use her trusted fists and legs to fight, along with some Earth magic.

Biography: "Do you really want to know? It is boring though~"

The woman will not share most of her life, but it is as she claims it. Boring.

She does not have a tearjerker story that made her turn to what she is now. She simply was born this way.

She was born in Zin, and discovered her murderous tendencies since a tender age.

She started by killing a dog. She then tortured a cat. The culmination were her parents. Since then, her bloodlust has not been sated.

She takes on hitman or mercenary jobs to be able to get by, but aside from that, Alexia's life has been just that. Boring.

Lately she's become fond of killing opponents that seemed stronger than her, though, and so has also taken into the habit of constantly training her body to accomplish this.

Likes: Killing people. Torturing people. Baking cookies.

Dislikes: Weaklings that die too quickly. Bugs.

Talents/Hobbies: Incredibly talented brawler and torturer. Seriously, you don't want her holding a grudge against you. Surprisingly good at any kind of housework, be it cooking, cleaning or sewing, she can do it all. Fairly capable at magic, but her earth magic is certainly not used like how it was meant to be used. Pretty creative, since she always seems to come up with new ways to torture people or to use her magic in even more brutal ways, combined with her fists.

Her non-battle related hobby is making stuffed toys that she usually keeps in a bag, or that she leaves at random places. The ones that she leaves anywhere are often left with a prank magic meant to activate whenever someone touches them, encasing their hands in stone and leaving them attached to whatever surface the stuffed toy was left in.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Combat

Magic Type: Earth

Fighting Style: Mainly uses martial arts and a whip. Though her martial arts are lethal in and of themselves, Alexia tends to use her Earth magic to encase her fists with rocks to, well, be even more brutal. She will also encase the feet of her opponent in rock too to better punish them while they stay in a single place. No matter how underhanded the method, Alexia will make sure her opponents suffer.

Weapon(s): A pair of metal gauntlets. They are golden and they can expand in order to act as a shield as well. She may also use a whip from time to time but it is not often that she resorts to it unless she gets really excited.

Weaknesses: Extremely weak when it comes to full on magical attacks. Wouldn't fare well against a spellslinger. While her speed is astonishing and her attacks are heavy, her defense against physical attacks isn't exactly the best. She wears little to no armor to keep herself swift too. If she gets too much into torturing someone, she might forget about others in the field and only concentrate in torturing the one in front of her.

Strengths: Her martial arts are meant to overpower those stronger than her, due to her slim frame and somewhat short stature, at least when compared to a man. Her gauntlets are made of good old trusty steel. Needless to say, getting hit with them hurts really, really much. Getting punched in the face with a fistful of rocks isn't pretty either, and she can also use the rocks as a defensive measure.

[Snagglepuss89]

Llewelyn

Name: Llewelyn Rosenfeld

Nicknames/Titles: Most refer to him simply as "Mr. Rosenfeld" professionally.

Age:35

Gender/Sex:Male

Birthday: August 16th

Occupation: Historian (Artifact Hunter)

Where they live: Wanderer, although born in Snapdragon and schooled in Edelweiss.

Species: Human

Bio: Born in the fields of Snapdragon, it could be said Llewelyn had an average childhood. His parents made ends meet as cattle ranchers, a fairly profitable living. Profitable enough to supply the books their son craved after his day of tending the herds. He read voraciously, not the pleasures of fiction and prose, but knowledge. Like many of his countrymen, he took pride in the history of his nation, and eventually the history of all nations consumed him. By the time he had reached maturity, his parents already knew he wouldn't be taking over their business. Rather than forcing him from what he loved, they supported his move out of the country, to the universities of Edelweiss to further his education.

He would always be thankful to them for that.

However, he found after years of working hard in the outdoors, a life dedicated to research was not suited for him. Long weeks inside made him stir crazy, and he had hardly begun working on his degree when he decided a job out in the field, uncovering knowledge rather than learning about it, was what he was better suited for. He spent his days diligently working towards his degree, while his evenings were spent away from the university, working. A blacksmith he had met at one of the many pubs dotting the city had offered him a referal to an instructor of sworsmanship if Llewelyn agreed to help at the shop every now and then.

It was like this that he spent his young adulthood. Training his mind and body for a life on the road, hunting for lost knowledge. He started first in his own homeland of Snapdragon, hunting for old battlefields. It was his discovery, and subsequent book about, the remains of an old Snapdragon Duke, whose death at the battlefield had been covered up by his family for generations that propelled him to fame. However, he quickly learned that while he had become well known, history books didn't sell too well amongst the general public, and he was constantly poor.

So soon he began taking offers on the side. Some would call it graverobbing, he had no reservations about it however. The dead, in his opinion, had no need for valuables. A family crest here, a rusted sword there, "artifacts" were worth quite a bit to collectors. He found Vampires tended to be his biggest customers, perhaps because of their affiliation with death.

Currently he was in-between jobs, working on what he called his "Magnum Opus", a complete detailed account of lost history between the four nations. He always carried his large journal in a pouch around his hip, where he could write down new information at any time he needed to.

Personality: Unless taking about work, which admittedly he can steer a coversation towards annoying often, Llewelyn is fairly laid back. He enjoys a good drink at the pub, and a good roll of the dice, but otherwise stays pretty free of vice. Years of life on the road have tought him to be hard during conflict though, and the mirth disappears in an argument or fight. This hardness, however, is more facade than fact.

Overall, he's a fairly pragmatic individual. He would prefer not to be in a fight, but shoots to kill if forced to. He has no qualms about looting the dead, or making money through less than legal means as long as no one is harmed in the act. Despite this, he refuses to lie unless seen as absolutely neccesary to get by, this is especially true for the books he writes.

Likes: Reading, working in the outdoors, the smell of soot, his reputation, and a good drink.

Dislikes: Long periods indoors, political happenings, children, conflict.

Talents/Hobbies: An outstanding memory, writing, swordsmanship, blacksmithing (Including blades, and refilling ammo. However not gunsmithing in any shape).

Alignment: Neutral

Combat

Magic Type: Nada.

Fighting Style: Oddly, while trained as a swordsman, and most skilled in that art, Llewelyn prefers to use his shotgun in a fight. Primarily for practical reasons: In the modern age many people were armed with guns anyway, and even if not, a swordfight is hard to escape without injury. Let alone a knife fight if it came to that.

Weapon(s): A hunting shotgun from the border of Snapdragon, while mostly used to hunt game while on the road, Llewelyn has found much success with dispatching would-be robbers as well.

A bastard sword that clearly shows Edelweiss craftsmanship. Llewelyn forged it himself in his last days as a blacksmith apprentice. While perhaps inferior in design to a rapier, Llewelyn was a large man, and preferred the option to put the weight of both his arms behind a swing if need be.

A nondescript Bowie knife for desperate situations, or for using as a tool on the road.

Weaknesses: His pragmatism and days of being poor have given money a little too much influence on his decision making. He begins to suffer if indoors for too many days, if such a situation would arise in the RP this would affect his fighting drastically. His hardness during conflicts can very well escalate a situation that could be diffused with a softer voice.

Strengths: His time spent all over the world learning has given him an excellent grasp over the cultures and peoples across Genesis. As such, he can usually get along with the residents of any town, even including the Vampires due to his history of working with them. His age and experience also mean he's a cut above most in a serious fight, his pragmatism making otherwise hard decisions easier.

[Viciousmarrow]

Izual Treefeather, the Dragonslayer

Appearance

“I’m Izual and I slay dragons! I also paint houses, do a bit of gardening, and can fix your TV! ...Please let me fix your TV!”

Name: Izual Treefeather
Nicknames/Titles: The Dragonslayer
Age: Looks to be in his mid-20’s, real age is unknown
Gender/Sex: Male
Birthday: January 28th
Occupation: Does odd jobs, never really sticking with anything in particular.
Where they live: Tends to travel a lot, but his permanent residence is in Snapdragon
Species: Tengu

Bio
Izual was born an orphan, stranded in a poor village in the plains of Snapdragon. The people in the village kept him alive by feeding him scraps, but never truly accepted him as their own. Alone, he learned to get what he needed and how to survive off the land.
A fateful day came when a mysterious man saw Izual outside the village, swatting at a tree with a stick. The man challenged the boy to a duel and easily dispatched the poor kid. However, he saw something in Izual and offered to train the young Tengu. With much enthusiasm, Izual accepted and started down the path of the warrior.

Year after year, the boy was subjected to intense training, honing his body and mind to become one with his weapon. His master, an ancient swordsman known as “K”, instilled his knowledge into Izual, and for once the Tengu finally felt he belonged somewhere: at his master’s side. Unfortunately, in the final year of Izual’s training, the venerable K was killed and eaten by an elder dragon that was terrorizing a mountain village.

In a fit of rage, Izual dared to challenge the dragon that had killed his master, the only person he had called friend. An inner strength awakened in him and he was able to slay the dragon. Yet, that was not enough. Izual silently vowed to not only destroy wicked dragons, but all things that would dare oppress the innocent. After his spectacle, the villagers sang of his heroics and he was given the moniker “the Dragonslayer.” He turned into a minor celebrity, and the legends of his exploits have traveled the world.

Celebrity status doesn’t entitle one to wealth though. In fact, in the present day, Izual is dirt poor. He travels from place to place and practically begs for jobs so he can afford to feed himself. He is willing to do anything and everything, so long as it doesn’t conflict with his morals. As a person, Izual is incredibly whimsical, silly, and selfless. For example, if someone is on hard times, he will do everything to help them. However, he is quite stubborn and refuses to answer to authority unless forced to. He’s also very oblivious and doesn’t always notice the obvious, such as a woman’s affection.

Likes: Sweets of all kinds, traveling, fighting, enjoying life, smiles
Dislikes: People telling him what to do, dragons, cruelty, guns, depressing people
Talents/Hobbies: Izual is an expert survivalist. He’s also a wonderful acrobat, able to all kinds of unique tricks.
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Combat
Magic Type: Wind
Fighting Style: Izual emphasizes speed and acrobatics over everything else. However, there is a certain tactical element to his fighting. As the battle goes on, Izual learns more about his opponent’s fighting style and can adapt himself to be at a better advantage against them. However, his go-to tactic is to weave through his opponent’s attacks and counter with his own devastating blows.
Weapon(s): Wyverbuster, his signature great sword. He's also pretty good with his fists.
Weaknesses:

• He wears no armor, so he’s rather fragile.
• Easily fooled. Illusions and such can be pretty effective against him.
• Stubborn. Izual does what he wants, and will often disregard orders.
• Merciful. He’ll spare the life of even his greatest enemy. He simply doesn’t like to kill, which can backfire on him.

Strengths:

• Extremely fast. His speed is rarely matched.
• Nimble. He can duck and dodge with the best.
• Adaptive. Izual can adjust to fighting most opponents.
• Swordsmanship. His sword is practically an extension of himself.

[LunaAnarchist]

Rayne

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Name:
Rayne.
Nicknames/Titles:
"The One Armed Swordsmen"
Age:
(?)
Gender/Sex:
Female
Birthday:
(?)
Occupation:
Wandering Swordsmen For Hire
Where they live:
Zin, but Rayne doesn't stay in one place
Species:
Tengu
Bio:
(?)
Personality:
Rayne has a very calming personality much of the time, like that of a mother or a grandmother, because of her experience as both a mother and grandmother. She learned to deal with a lot of problems and bickering and happens to have a very soothing voice that lets people calm down and almost want to sleep. She loves to go through problems with people and act like a mother or therapist giving her opinion on what they should do or say. She is over all the nicest when it comes to those sort of things and she loves helping others a lot. Even if they aren't the nicest she tries her best to help a lot of others with the problem, wether it be physical or mental she does her best to give her knowledge and smile at the person. Even demons would find her personality interesting as she wont fight them unless needed and would even help them depending on the task.

She can also be much like a sage when helping people through physical hardships, like giving advice, helping them train, even save their sorry asses if need be. She tries her best to help the newcomers or people who are obviously out of their element out whenever possible, even ones that aren't apart of her race or Zin. If the person is willing, she do her best to help them train, just ask nicely and she'll do her best to make you stronger. This part of her came from when she was head of the house and the other family members would come to her for her wisdom which to this day she still doesn't see how she has that. She loves giving advice that is honest regardless of if they will hurt your feelings she will not lie to you even if it comes down to saying something mean, she only wants you to get better and if things need to be said then she will say it, granted she does understand feelings and try to dial it back some but other then that you will get the truth out of her and nothing more. In the event that she does lie to you, which rarely will happen she would do it for the protection of not only herself but you and the people involved if it is that serious then at that point she will keep it to herself and only the people she is sure can handle it so that she does not cause mass panic.

She is a generally nice natured person, not hating of anyone, no race, no color of skin, all that stuff is nothing in her mind, even gender doesn't matter to her. She cares nothing of the color of skin or race because simply it is not one act that defines a group of people but individuals acts that determine the person. Make them who they are and give them a reason to make Rayne not like them. Even the most vile people in human history Rayne can get along with because she is simply fascinated with how they are and would love to have a one on one conversation with that said person. Nor does she discriminate or hate a certain race because she believes that everyone gets a second chance, with what they do with that is none of her business just that they deserve at least one more chance and if nothing was learned from the last time then they are only then a lost cause she will give up on them. In her eyes even the meanest of people can be nice, whether it be small or big, she will show kindness to all people until they prove to her that they don't deserve her niceness what so ever. She could be considered a peace lover, which is ironic for someone like her but she thinks nothing of it, just love and peace will keep the three worlds from being torn apart and turned into barren wastelands.

Likes:
Alcohol: Though she tries her best not to get drunk...everyday, it doesn't seem to not happen, nor does she care half the time. She loves the bitter taste it brings to your mouth and the after effects are just absolute...bliss. She loves the warm feeling she gets from it to, and she does her best to share that feeling with others, it also makes her a bubbly personality at times, and a very flirtatious person and overall just likable. She also gives her best advice when drunk and will try to be as serious as possible though something she might just makes jokes about to ease the serious tension.

Humbleness: She likes people who are honest and humble because it is very hard to find those traits now a days. Shes not perfect but she tries her best to be honest most of the time, but she is in no way a honest humble person, though she loves those qualities in anyone, human or not.

Rain: Something that is close to snow, she cant understand why she loves it so much, though it maybe because it reminds her of a place she use to call home but can no longer remember, and also she had her first kiss in the rain and it stuck with her ever since. She gets very deep when in the rain and that is a good time to ask her about relationship problems, or any problems at all, and she'll answer with her thoughts about it, bad or good, mean or nice. She is truly at peace when it rains and she loves every minute of it.

Dislikes:
Serious People: She never liked being serious, often cracking jokes to ease tension when situations get heated or arguments are apparent. She herself is not even close to serious, just a serious looking face, sometimes making her made and even sometimes making things hilarious, saying jokes with a serious straight face. She also hates when a person is serious in life or death situations, it makes everything so much more...stressful, because then she worries about fatalities and dying, which can make her hesitate.

Death: It terrifies her to feel like she can die, she hates everything about it, the sadness, the despair. She hates the feeling that she could be someone completely different, be reborn, be changed, be never the same. She is scared of the very outcome dying could have, she is scared of not knowing when it'll happen, just that when it happens she wont be the same, when it happens she can be different and nothing can change that.

Talents/Hobbies:
People seem to think that she's handicapped, but in truth even with just her one hand, she's been known to play a custom made flute perfectly. She also has been known to be a painter, she loves drawing, despite only having one arm, she's gotten really good at fast sketching. She also has a knack for cooking.

Alignment:
Lawful Neutral

Magic Type:
She has a lightning mastery but she doesn't use it in quite the way that it would be same to be used, however she does know most if not a lot of the standard lightning tricks.

Fighting Style:
It's not really known who Rayne is to the Tengu community but it's known that she's one of the oldest still alive an active, and for that reason Rayne is an extraordinary swordsmen, she is capable of insane feats with her current sword and while it seems like she is at a disadvantage with her one arm, she's in fact much harder to figure out when it comes to her fighting style. She's incredibly fast and precise and she tends to not even unsheath her sword when she fights, killing isn't all that exciting for her. She'd rather disable an opponent then kill them, but be warned, if she unsheathes her sword, be careful to not get cut.

Weapon(s):
Kaminari Sō:
She has a single sword but it's quite different, it has a saw like blade, but it's not simply for shredding what it hits, it's also to make the blade lighter without weakening the blade.

Weaknesses:
Granted she does just fine without her left arm, she does have the lack of an arm to help her and in some cases it can be her down fall. She also tends to want to talk things out before fighting, as fighting is something she's not all to amped for sometimes. She also will sacrifice herself if it means that she can save a friends life, she will almost be reckless to save a friend.

Strengths:
-Incredibly Agile and Fast
-Master Swordsmen
-Great Reflexes

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Jormungandr

Jormungandr

Name:

Jormungandr.

Nicknames/Titles:

Jorm, The Snake of the Endless.

Age:

Unknown, but she looks to be in her late teens or early 20s.

Gender/Sex:

Female.

Birthday:

November 12 (Zodiac: Scorpio).

Occupation:

Technically, she's a vagabond but doubles as mercenary, bounty hunter and even bandit, when she needs to.

Where they live:

Wanderer, but she generally sticks to Edelweiss' mountain ranges and forests, since it's easy to make a living there.

Species:

Originally human, now she's bound to and inhabited by the spirit of World's Serpent, an ancient being of untold power. What this makes of her, is unknown even for Jormungandr, not that she cares for it anyway.

Personality:

Jormungandr, or Jorm for the intimates, is mysterious being with a serious disposition, or so it seems. Generally she isn't so much interested in idle chatter and frivolities, striking the impression of being seriously tense and dry in her daily relationships. That is, until you get to know that all that seeming uptightness is in fact a slightly morose facade that she projects unconsciously.

Her true self, while being serious to an extent, is way more laidback, to the point that calling her slacker wouldn't be very off the mark. Though, it's more like Jormungandr isn't good with anything that doesn't involve fighting. Most of the time she isn't trading blows with something, she'll be found either sleeping, or eating, both qualities that she display to an astounding degree.

Lastly, Jormungandr seems to be severely lacking in the matter of self consciousness and shame, since she has no qualms about walking around in an impossibly skimpy armor that leaves about nothing to the imagination, but still manages to protect her with a full body force field, without demonstrating any significant reaction. Perhaps this has to do with the fact that the snake was supposed to be a male and bonding with a woman has kind screwed its common sense, or just because she is an exhibitionist, who knows?

Bio:

Little is known about the individual known as Jormungandr, and the few accounts that are spread though the land usually clash with one another making sure that not one true story can be pieced together, not without a lot of effort, at least.

The most known, and probably closest to the truth of these tales say that Jormungandr was once a humble farmgirl born into a village of Zin that was used to long droughts and poverty. Her parents in a choice between leaving the whole family die of hunger or selling their youngest daughter to a slave monger, chose the second one, despite knwing what they have done... it was the only way, wasn't it?

A young girl, beautiful despite being unkempt, obviously caught the eyes of many would be buyers, but the one to meet such a high bid was a vampire merchant known for his exquisite collections, slave girls being but one of his many devious pleasures. One day, while performing her cleaning duties, the now emotionally emaciated slave girl (who didn't even had the luxury of having a given name) stumbled upon the open door to one of the vaults and was drawn in by curiosity despite knowing the fate of those who were accused to trying to steal their master.

Inside the vault a choker as black as the interstellar void itself and shaped into semblance of the Ourboros, a snake eating its own tail, laid above a pedestal beside an 'armor' that made the girl blush just from a gaze, and a black gunblade that seemed too heavy for most men to handle. It was almost as if the choker was calling for her and when she tried to touch it the snake uncoiled itself and slid up the screaming girl's arm.

The next known thing is that when the master and the rest of the staff arrived, the girl's eyes were glazed and her her expression blank as the snake coiled itself around her neck, fangs carved firmly on the girl's jugular. Stories say that she took the armor and sword afterwards destroying the mansion and everything inside and escaped to seek whatever fate had in store for her. It's also said that her previous master may still draw breath, and be hellbent on avenging the losseshe suffered. Though, none of the mercenaries or slayers sent after Jormungandr ever returned.

Nevertheless, all of this is but a mere gossip and since Jormungandr herself seem to have forgotten a large portion of her early years, the truth might never be uncovered.

Likes:

Melon. Really, the only thing that Jormugandr really likes are the fleshy round fruits, and she can be easily convinced of swaying to any particular opinion upon the offering of some of the succulent treat.

Dislikes:

Money (more like she doesn't bother with it), having to think too hard, sleeping in hard places and bad puns.

Talents/Hobbies:

Seriously, she's only good at destroying things and killing. She can potentially do some work relying on brute force as well, but you'd better leave fragiles out of her reach.

Alignment:

Chaotic Neutral.

Combat

Magic Type:

Space, coming as a gift form her bonding with the World Serpent and its own connection to the entropy that threatens to devour all that there is.

Fighting Style:

Melee, with either one or two hands at the grip of her heavy gunblade.

Weapon(s):

A heavy looking black gunblade, though the blade can't be used to shoot anything, the bursts are used to empower her melee attacks, or provide unexpected bursts of speed.

Weaknesses:

Mental tasks. Seriously, she can be put on hold when presented with the even least chalenging scenario, like having to banter with a merchant, or having to deal with a con artist. Take heed, she will default to violence in case she notices she has been scammed.

Strengths:

Fighting. That's what she exists for and the only thing she'll ever be able to do right even if ususally it's just a matter of self-defense.