[HIDER=Mr. Reficul Seil] [center][b][i]Mr. Reficul Seil[/b][/i] [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Seil2_zps9b40d27d.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Seil2_zps9b40d27d.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Seil1_zps891b9870.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Seil1_zps891b9870.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [b]Demonic Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Seil3_zps001071b6.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Seil3_zps001071b6.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [i][b]Note:[/b]Some things, or in this case some appearance, are better left unknown [/i] [b]Age:[/b] Unknown [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Species:[/b] Demon [b]Pure Demon:[/b] [b]Most Used Power:[/b] As the ‘Wish Master’ it can be rather difficult to determine his main power; though clearly Mr. Seil has managed to master all four elements as well as the fifth (the shadow). It’s not often one sees him use magic/powers directly – rather he uses it in a very inconspicuous manner. [b]Significant/Special Belongings:[/b] A slick black cane topped with a giant ruby His Delicate Wife – Rosalina [b]Personality:[/b] Mr Seil, most times, retains an extraordinarily magnetic charm or appeal – defining him as exceptionally charismatic is an understatement. His ability to provoke loyalty in his subordinates through his charm and influence parallels to none. A craft manipulator he influences the behaviour and thoughts of others for his own benefit; to control being a major reason. People become tools that are acquired, used, and cast aside. Mr. Seil is explicitly mindful and awake of his manipulation skills. Pragmatic, logical and free of agitation his mind is and thus succeeding comes naturally and can tackle numerous dilemmas without the interference of emotions; being more inclined to internal thought than external expression. A perfectionist he tolerates nothing below formality and excellence in his presence and consequently generally has unrealistic expectations of others and himself. He will also discipline without compromise if he sees fit. Arrogant in his gifted abilities there exists and air of mystery that surrounds one Mr. Seil and people tend to gravitate towards him. [i][b]Note:[/b] though his temper is well controlled it is not something one wishes to witness. Cruel, malicious and evil take a new form in Mr. Seil. [/i] [b]Biography:[/b] Dubbed the ‘Wish Master’ at an early age, Mr. Reficul Seil’s origins or beginnings are obscure and mysterious, known only to him, those of towering rank and those he cherry-picks. Thus his age can only be presumed. A sophisticated and educated demon of stringent demeanor he’s rather difficult to impress. Fret not he does about taking affairs into his own hands. How he managed to gain permission to manage such a carnival is beyond anyone. He’s main goal in life is to collect souls, however for reasons unknown. Is he collecting them for someone else? Is he in debt? Is Mr. Seil simply a soul collector? These things all add to the mystery that is Reficul Seil. [/i][/center][/HIDER] [HIDER= Rosalina Bell Seil] [center][b][i]Rosalina Bell Seil[/b][/i] [i][b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/rosalina_zps53b6f5bc.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/rosalina_zps53b6f5bc.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [b]Age: [/b] 26 (Angel years) [b]Gender: [/b] Female [b]Species: [/b] Angel [b]Level of Contamination: [/b] Low – Close to none [b]Level of Glow: [/b] Grand [b]Ability to Blend: [/b] Difficulty concealing - Mr. Seil usually conceals it for her [b]Most Used Power: [/b] Rosalina Bell outshines in the elements of air and water; this therefore draws her closer to the power of light. She shines by means of curative charms; healing powers. [b]Significant/Special Belongings: [/b] The two diamond wedding rings that she possesses (one from her former husband and one from Mr. Seil; however she is only permitted to wear the latters) [b]Weapon of choice: [/b] If any dares attempt tussle, one answers to Mr. Seil [b]How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? [/b] Too long… [b]Personality: [/b] Due to Rosalina Bell’s pure and untainted temperament, she exists as sickly sweet. Her delicate, high voice doesn’t vocalize unless necessary. She ascertains that she is a female, the frail gender, and that her position in being is submission to a male in which case he will offer protection. She displays excessive fondness or tenderness through action and deed; she is highly affectionate and she has come to be quite motherly to a lot of those in debt. She has a knack of making those around her feel special and valued. She is marked by unaffected simplicity; a little bit naïve – making her easy to like and protect. Although Rosalina does not deem everyone to be of equal value she does not act in a way that is demeaning, even when she is being belittled. When engaging in a hostile encounter, Rosalina, akin to a true angel, will attempt to bring accordance before battle. Her affiliation with others is gracious and welcoming – and should one be in need of assistance, be it physical, emotion or mental she is more than willing to provide (that also applies to the collection of souls, she is more than willing to act as an advocate). Due to the blood that flows through her veins she can at times appear to be very difficult to connect with, following her train of thought is easier said than done. [b]Biography: [/b] Born into aristocracy Rosalina glistens with purity. Since she was infantile Rosalina was edified in the ways of primeval and rather chauvinist behaviour and ideologies. She has been educated in the original traditions of the angels, predominantly due to her father being an adjudicator of the high court. Rosalina’s chauvinist behaviour is also profoundly influenced due to the lack of her mother who was exiled for heresy by her own husband. High Judge Romiel, Rosalina’s father, was obligated to banish his wife due to her immersed involvement in one of the holy wars. High Judge Romiel forbid even the slightest chance that Rosalina would trail her mother’s footprints and thus as soon as he banished his wife he set about educating his daughter as traditionally as possible. Upon her commencement of becoming a woman she, like all, fell in love and found a life of bliss. Happily married with her adored husband, she birthed two children, twins. However a dark shadow was cast over her life the moment Mr. Seils carnival decided to make an appearance in Azure, the magical realm. Without second thought, Rosalina thought she would take her twin children to see the fabulous carnival, unknowing it would start a course of events to alter her perfect life. Obsessed and fixated with the delicate being his eyes laid upon, Mr Seil vowed to own her. Thus soon after a visit to the carnival the events started. First was the death of her husband; mysterious and sudden. Second was the illness of her children. The sneakiness that Mr. Seil sustains, came into play when he made a extemporaneous appearance and offered her the health and long, safe life of her twin children if she sold herself, mind, body and soul to him and became his wife.[/i][/center][/hider] [HIDER= Andracos Soleviel] [HIDER2=Character Sheet] [center][b][i]The melodramatic, ghastly and yet tremendously charismatic and alluring defiler... Andracos Soleviel[/b][/i] [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/156758636_zps0e09762f.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/156758636_zps0e09762f.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [b]Demonic Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/Andracos_zpse26c3a89.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/Andracos_zpse26c3a89.jpg[/IMG][/URL] (Still evolving) [b]Age: [/b] 23 [b]Gender: [/b] Male [b]Species: [/b] Half Demon & Half Siren [b]Most Used Power (Demonic and Siren): [/b] Andracos, having been born of a demon and siren, sustains the ability to manipulate both the elements and a deadly attraction power. Since his main source of power stems from the poison that flows in his blood, he has learnt some elemental poison magic stemming from earth and water. The advantages of grasping these two elements have allowed this demon/siren to manipulate his true power of poison to perilous degrees. He sustains the ability to turn water to a death drink without any hint of alteration. The talent of complete paralysis with a single bite. A single scratch of his nail allows for injection. Andracos can be seen wearing gloves at all times, only taking them off when wishing to poison another with his claws. He seems to surprise vastly with his venomous abilities. In regards to his attraction powers he is able to release a love hormone similar to oxytocin which provokes feelings of euphoria and to manipulate it as he sees fit. [b]Significant/Special Belongings: [/b] Himself [b]Fighting Skills/Techniques: [/b] “The flow of blood gushing like a stream out of wounds is ever such a dainty sight” Andracos Theatrical combat; a multi-disciplinary performance art that combines brawling with elements of fencing, martial arts, dance, music and melodramatic movement to allow the fracas to appear rehearsed and choreographed. [b]Weapon of Choice: [/b] His cane and generally anything he can get his hands on [b]Job Title & Description: [/b] Snake Charmer Advertiser/Attractor of various stalls Magician Anything he feels like on the day [b]Number of Souls You Have to Collect: [/b] 800 000 (Original contract) [b]Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: [/b] 100 [b]What Was Your Wish? [/b] To produce /unleash his demonic side & form (Original contract) [b]How Many Souls Have You Collected? [/b] 800 000 + (bound to be all) [b]How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? [/b] 250 years [b]How the Collection of Souls has affected your character (negatively or positively): [/b] [i]“Distress or anguish thy for merely collecting souls? I think not.”[/i] Rather pleased with himself that he does so very well – no other mental or emotion stress. [b]Personality: [/b] [i]"If thou dost lack in desire, thy simply ought to harvest it from the foliage and if thy so desire ‘Pretty Polly’ thou has thy way with she.”[/i] Charming and very charismatic, Andracos can have any girl swoon over him. Charming, engaging, theatrical Andracos is very much a lady’s man. Unfortunately it is not good thing should he take an interest in one. Beaten, raped and murdered is generally how a girl will be found when Andracos takes an interest in them. Nevertheless he’s quite the romantic, and is seeking the perfect female – one he doesn’t deem a dirty whore worthy of being raped. The sick thing is that majority of females attempt to be that girl. Despite being a rapist and murderer, Andracos has a strangely innocent, schoolboy-like charm. Andracos perpetrates gruesome acts of violence for no better reason, it seems, than that he likes to. Andracos himself doesn’t have a better explanation for his actions. Simply taking pleasure in being evil the way other people take pleasure in being good. He explains that he enjoys seeing blood flow and calls it “beautiful” or “lovely. He enjoys the power he has over people, even his fellow hoodlums. Though at times he feels sad and low, he doesn’t appear to feel any empathy with his victims. The violent life is just a feel-good game to him. [b]Biography: [/b] His sexy siren mother was viciously raped by a sinister demon and from the moment he was conceived, Andracos’ mother feared him. Thus he was orphaned at a young age by his mother, Andracos grew up on the rough streets of the underworld. Being forced to learn survival at such a young age results with him being true fighter; street smart. Andracos was 6 years old when he found himself without a mother and without a home. He has never remembered what horrible deed he committed in order to scare his mother so much that she abandoned him. Soon after his initiation into the streets he found himself imprisoned by a group of adrift vampires. He had multiple uses to them through the years of imprisonment – a blood source, a sexual toy, a slave, a haggling tool. Whatever ‘evil’ had scared his mother was, for that time, suppressed. He saw and experienced a side of the underworld that not many do. It was when he was 10 years of age that the suppressed evil that lurked inside him erupted and he slaughtered each of his imprisoners. Peacekeepers rushed to the ghastly scene and believed not the words that Andracos spoke about being their prisoner – the reasoning why, to this very day, that he despises Peacekeepers. It is hard to decipher whether or not his psychological state is due to his bloodline, his abandonment, his imprisonment or all three. He found himself constantly fleeing - he found himself very lonesome and yearned not to be. For over 10 years Andracos has been a powerful leader of the unwanted - developing a rather hefty criminal gang of similar delinquents whilst on the streets, ‘The Valach’. There is not a soul in the underworld who knows not of this criminal gang. However greed got the better of Andracos and upon hearing of the Wish Master, Andracos sort him out in order to gain more power and skills, wishing to manipulate more of his demonic nature with ease. He currently finds himself, never fully aware of just how many years or souls he has left to collect due to the fact that Mr. Seil does favour him so and is quick to alter the contract in order to make him stay longer. He is sure that he has collect promised number of souls. A word of advice, don’t attempt to fight against him, you’ll lose. [b]Played by SweetCinderella[/b][/center][/HIDER2] [hider2=Relationship Chart] [center][b][i]Andracos Soleviel's Relationship Chart[/b][/i] [i]♥♥♥ = love || ♥♥ = infatuation || ♥ = depredation/desires to viciously hunt||☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral [b]Mr. Reficul Seil[/b] ~ Depends on the day ☺ or ☠ ~ Question my judgments on the grandiose Ring Master of this ostentatious cirque? Well if the duty be de rigueur. Imposing and pompous he stands tall… Tall, tall, tall as a lamppost and as lean. Sovereignty, power and authority do light his path; every step he should take it surely does follow.I promote all our convene with thou; esprit de corps! In possession of esteemed traits he is. Unaltered reverence I do have for the Wish Master. Broadcast others do that shine my eyeballs a garish green for him; envious or jealous. And to them I proclaim without affront, “Absolutely right, right you are! Accurate, it is true!” For you see, dearest droogs, freedom is not what thy years for. Liberty is longer not desired. Supersede I now crave. Take I will, all that is his. Replacement, yes? The unyielding power! The prevailing authority! Command of such a spectacle Riposte to none and no. Least thy disremember, the angel that shall cometh with. Freedom for doll? Oh no, no – never! She too will be mine. Grand, Grand, Grand it will be! And it will happen. His slayer will be I I merely ought to apply time. [b]Rosaline Bell Seil[/b] ~ ♥♥♥ ~ Rosalina? My Princess, you ask of? Welly, well - fairly flabbergasted I stood - a tranced statue I was upon our first encounter. Upright twas I, dumbfounded beyond all measure. Outlandish I must’ve seemed. What be erroneous with thou, surely she considered? Never, not once, had my eyes lain upon something so perfect and untainted. And do believe me when thy pronounces that, for voluminous amounts of ‘pretty polly’s’ have I mulled over. Not a single fault exists within her. She exists as incorruptible, even though residing in such an abode. Flawless she survives. Sees all she does through her inner world of observations. The greatest advocate any can have within dwell here. And do, I do, indorse that notion to all, so do take note! One’s utmost supporter she will be. I want it! I yearn for it! I desire it to be mine! And it will – oh undoubtedly mine it will be. And love, love, love – at long last true love will be mine! [b]Andracos Soleviel[/b] ~ ♥♥♥ ~ Thou requests opinion on self? My, my, my, park yourself down thy comrade and allow uncle Andracos to verbalize. In all candour, I have such reasons to be conceited; why there exists not single fad that I fault in performance. My mental, physical and emotional powers exceeds that of all beings – being humble and self-effacing is far too much effort when one stands as impressive and brilliant as I. The raison d'être why I unremittingly feign a bogus diadem upon my cranium. Magnificent is my mere existence and it would be wise for you to dote upon it. Enigmatic and alluring beyond all others for charisma flows through my veins and is a part of me forever and always. Detestation and revulsion follows me every step thy takes; nevertheless as does devotion; with my own bunch of delinquents; the Valach whom do as I say. Familiarity encircles my given name; I am known by all. Thy dost what thy dost and thy do dost it glowing. Should one suffer from a daydream of defeating thy; it best to awake and apologise to thy [b]Pachid Coyotas[/b] ~ ☺ ~ The spiritless character that stands as my superlative comrade? Towering levels of respect and value for him I have – in spite of the dejectedness of his character. Focused completely internally is Pachid’s primary mode of living – the opposed to thyself. Stimulate and kindle my appeal to him it does. My voice of reason – act he does as thy conscience. Believe many do that I, Andracos, not have a conscience, but oh, actually I do, I do – though rarely listen I do to my guide. Does not he, play my games with me. Never, not ever. Though it flows all the way through his breed from head to toe, exist not it does in his veins; violence that is. His birth-right it is, as a prowler of the night, but still does not subsist within him. Allurement it is for me, my opposite. I shall defend his honour with every fibre of my being. [b]Ty[/b] ~ ♥♥~ Arh, she whom is made of air, Miss Air? With illuminating eyes and the contrast of hair? Black and Blue! I desire to knowth exactly how laughter burst from her. I yearn to knowth what composes tears to swell in her blue, blue eyes. Give, give, give I will and do. A charming smile to ease her distress. Her knight in glistening armour will be I. My physic of tight muscle will waver she, my skin of colour ivory and mouth so alluring, curse me she will for it. Hair as sleek as the night itself and eyes a venomous yellow she will see not. And the time will cometh when braid our cells together do, like living thread. Heart of hers will crack open, craving to migrate and merge with mine – it will, it will. It always does, whenever I will it. But then a twist in fate, for I am the evil one; the antagonist to her tale that is life. Stare I will, ever so darkly, so avidly that nod will be her only movement. And after, a never-ending sleep will be her only wish. And never she will remove the thoughts, the whispers will coo in her mind and she will hear it in the breeze. She shall question - did he rape my head too? This ones, deserving beyond the regular pursuit, beyond the regular hunting – a game it is for me to woo and then destroy. [b]Crow[/b] ~ ☺ ~ Request attitude on She-wolf? Well firstly, knowth better do I than to hunt a hunter. Desire not I, she and nor she, I. Easier it makes it to befriend and indeed a friend she stands. She, like Pachid, has a very rich inner world which is by no means obvious to observers. Exceedingly aware of her core mental state she endeavours ever so constant to remain in a neutral state; abnormal tis for her species. Stress never Crow does about needless burdens – value do I that feature. To thy, strike a chord she does as a flower-child, though vastly darker. Association that with all species, great and tiny, twas only through she that unawakened does ones soul remain 'til one has loved an animal, I did absorb. Connected she and I did, during our undertakings assigned to us by Mr. Seil – the nightly raids and ravage of towns. The mass slaughter of all whom Mr. Seil enemies. Fanciful she and I work. [b]Arina Lécuyer[/b] ~ ☺ ~ Thou little gypsy lamb? Our first encounter ‘twas not at the carnival. Oh, no, no, no. At that time, in the past, survive she did, as a fortune teller in her cart, travelling around and around. Know now I do that she sees not the crystal – dead, dead, dead she would be if her life depended on reading an accurate fortune. Anyhow, Attempted hoodwink upon me – faulty fortune. I saw, sharp eyes, observed the scam. Conversely the little gypsy slipped through my venomous hands before a lecture and more could be given. Her sagacity allows for her to detect dangerousness and gravity; mine in particular. Latch she does to things stronger than she, educated I am, through the carnival. Hoodwink upon Mr. Seil twice, I do believe – catch he will the next time round. Her time has drawn to an end twice with not enough souls. Though, here she stays – relish it I deem she. Like many, a home she has here and a family, accepting of her ways. On and off I find my approval of she. Though, a hand of mine shall never befall her. An amusement Arina is to me, without the need to slay or lay her down. [b]Soren Novák[/b] ~ ☠ ~ Pft, the self-regarding one with never-ending pride?Such an improper one. Though his self-importance may fetch him trouble. I advise not in sharing his dogma with me; I care not. I fret not over the little greedy demon, he is of no bother. Nauseating to my core, at times he does make me – believing himself more charismatic than I. Yes, yes factual it is that few have befallen his smile, but roll my eyes do, for I too wooed the same. Swaggering, halt he never will until he has what he desire. But even he know not. “Desire it all!” he proclaims. A waist of existence, my belief, is of he. Greed, hunger and self-indulgence will be his undoing. He knows not, why still residing at the carnival he is – another flaw of his persona. In fact I do believe I look forward to our next encounter – we’ll see what he hurls in my direction. [b]Reira Masin[/b] ~ ♥ ~ A week less, she has been at the carnival. Little, naive human. Wonder I do, if aware she is of what she is in for here. Noble, I admit, unlike the vast array of others, her motive for being here is. But enough of that, care not I do for the girl. Mortals are too cherished by I to toy with. Oh, ever so easy and stress-free it is to mislead them. To delude them and fabricate kindness – never does one observe the serpent that is right under their nose. And when they ever do, time has betrayed and too late it is for them to act against. Save her, I believe I will set aside she, for that moment in time future when in need I am of a swift and informal target to amuse me. Though slay her I will not. Alive, alive, alive I will keep this one, for have I will, an endless supply of an easy victim. Ponder and deliberate for Andracos’ future needs I do – for deprivation shall not become of me. [b]Celleci[/b] ~ ◑ ~ The forever lost one? Pitiful to me, her sight is. Senseless little angel – others proclaim that rise, rise, rise she did far beyond her female restrictions and margins. Find that I do, ever so distasteful. Dishonourable, shameful to her race and to herself she exists. I rather like females beneath me, figuratively and quite literally. Discernibly, in denial she is, without a shred of doubt – untainted she credits herself. When veracity and truth state otherwise, you pitiful thing, for you are a disgrace and polluted. Do inform me, a female angel, what is she when deprived of pureness? Even if vanished the tiniest of bits. Worthless and insignificant tis be the answer. Chagrined and abashed she ought to be. Wheneth the time rises and this lost one, this impure one, endeavors to go above and beyond true purity of my true love, shall I will, without hesitation guillotine her and bath, immersion and soak shall the true angel in her red,red blood. Heart eaten by me, she will find. [b]Calista Luinaree[/b] ~ ◑ ~ Over-suspicious witch? Express amusement I do at she, laugh, laugh, laugh. Knowledge she craves, oh contradictory of her character. For how, how can one absorb all knowledge and gen when desperately suspicious and wary one is of all thing, great and least. Her undoing it will be, her desire of knowledge blended with her distrust. It renders her incapable of exploring each and every avenue and possibility. A miserable and wretched blue life is that to thy. Fathom do I, fear and dread – suffered thy own in the deep, dark past, have I. Conversely, it ought to compose courage, strength and valour, like I, not the reverse, feebleness and instability, like she. Wish, she should have, to overcome her paranoia, for she will never truly live until she does so. My words to she, is this – darling paranoid, white, magician it is as bad and horrible as it appears and out to get you they all are. [b]Ari Glitterskip/Red[/b] ~ [s]♥[/s] [s]◑[/s] [s]♥[/s] …? ~ The fire-breathing faerie… sigh, sigh, sigh. Essential you inquire of thou? … If answer is duty then. Conflicted, is thy. Disharmonized in my mind’s eye. Why, questions thou? Why?... Well if inquisitiveness befalls you, so be it – be stunned and dazed not over its dark manner, for it ‘twas you whom asked the question and commanded an answer. Happen to be faeries do, as Andracos favourite and dearest species to play and make toy with. The greatest they are to hunt. The utmost pleasing they are to violate and abuse. And the absolute satisfying they are to slay and murder. Conflicted tis I, do I desire to perform all three acts on she, little red-haired pixie? But then again, a child is she. Surely not, older than I she is. Nevertheless frolic with voiceless dollies does she. Thus only a little child… In the beginning, drawn my line was and inflexible ‘twas it to bring harm to younglings. Until now, shifting tis it, fading the line is. The question that haunts me presently with she, little firefly, just how dark is Andracos Soleviel? Vol ~ ◑ ~ Dispassionate, unsympathetic, obscure and ever so self-regarding - mannerisms in which I do not only relish but be in possession of. However demon blood flows not through his veins thus makes me dreary to me for he is parallel to all other sirens. And oh how every lacklustre they all are. Ever so proud of my demon croovy. Perhaps one day, comrades we shall become – although I do believe his heart would have to darken for that to be so. Oh my, how we could hunt together for a partner in my crimes I yearn for at times, not all the time, but on the odd occasion. Amusing it would be. Glad I stand, for he never steps on the tracks in which a run and own. And nor I his. A reciprocate, yet silent agreement surely does exist between us. Though roll my eyes do, at his demeanour, try his hardest to grand himself - it will never befall him. Always others shall be above him and his charm. And yes I am one of them. Eikki Dreadlight ~ ◑ ~ The merman whom dwells only in his humble abode? Not much have I to truly voice for he is of the lonesome nature. Lost is he, I do believe, without a past. Tut, tut, such a pity to befall amnesia – though elucidate it does, nice and sparkling clear, his nonexistence of strength of will and mind. For only the feeble and weak minded can lose such a thing. Dost naught to seek out companionship or rapport this manfish does, and nor do I pursue his. Merfolk have faith in their own desirability but alas they shall never compare to that of a siren. His mere existence though does naught even exist to me – therefore I surely do have lack thereof to voice. A mere another soul for the taking by that of the Wish Master. Nalia Armstrong ~ ◑ ~ Appy Polly Loggies, for I am unable to provide an accurate comment due to my lack of alliance with said individual Nathan Armstrong ~ ◑ ~ Another whom be recently recruited – my, my keep his roster overflowing the Wish Master does yes? Again I pardon myself for I know not this droog either. Imalia ~ ◑ ~ Arh – the outdated one of my kind. Yes, exist as beautiful I admit openly however her beauty be only skin deep for it does not reach her soul. Factual she is to her class; a perfect description. There be naught unique about her for all that is to be acknowledged can be read in any accurate book. Cousins our breeds exist, resulting in immunity from allurement. Candidly nil of a curiosity has, I, Andracos in any breed that does run parallel to my own – sirens. A thought struck my mind like lightening – perhaps Mr. Seil be a collector of sorts. Endeavouring to have contracted any and all species. Put past him such a thing I would not. Doubt highly do I that this siren of the sea shall full-fill her contract resulting in permanent ownership by the Wish Master. Jing Lao ~ ◑ ~ Haha, the china man whom be oddly feminine? Exceptionally well mannered and I do prize that in such individuals. However, feel do I, Andracos, that this china man knows nothing behind tranquility. And a pity it would be should one not feel the heat of true anger, to not embrace the touch of a lover and to not know the blues of sadness. An incomplete life that would be and feel I do, that be his life. Waste be that of a life. Pity really. Though title him with the adjective of ‘pretty’ which be few and far between. When doest thy eyes graze over such one subdue the itch and craving to strangle him. I know not the seed of such urge. The sound that snapping the neck off little man would please grandly I. Notion seed perhaps that of mere dislike. Unknown be it to thy otherwise. Aside from said notion I have little to voice about little china man. Angoriel ~ ☠ ~ That one? That Tartarus Angel… Oh how long do I to see his red, red croovy flow like a dainty stream along the earth. His presence wraths me. Agitation by his mere name. Go back to your station Tartarus! Fly, fly in return to Urbaniel, whereth you belong – Tartarus slave. That all be he and his kind – slave. ‘Oh wo is thy for here only to wish freedom for my brothers and sisters.’ Make better use of the mutt thy believe our grand Wish Master should – guard, slave – whatever our hearts desire. 56 measly years he be here at our home and still in contract. But oh how great and grand he deems his abilities. Slay already and collect said number of souls and remove yourself from thy family for not wanted be you. Why dost magnificent Andracos loath him so? Simple – because I can. [/i][/center][/hider2][/hider] [HIDER=Pachid Coyotas] [hider2=Character Sheet] [center][b][i]The slothful, the lackadaisical, the blood sucking incubus... Pachid Coyotas[/b][/i] [b]Appearance: [/b] [URL=http://s1292.photobucket.com/user/SweetPrincessCinderella/media/images_zps93cc73e2.jpg.html][IMG]http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b563/SweetPrincessCinderella/images_zps93cc73e2.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [b]Age: [/b] 24 for 263 years [b]Gender: [/b] Male [b]Species: [/b] Vampire [b]Born Vampire [/b] [b]Control Over Thirst: [/b] [i]Thirst? Craving? I’ve yet to have a slip up since I was infantile.[/i] [b]Significant/Special Belongings: [/b] [i]To place significants behind an inanimate object requires far too much labour. [/i] [b]Fighting Skills/Techniques: [/b] Despite Pachid’s great advantage as a vampire, he simply does not retain the effort that is required to physically brawl. Permitting another to step in front and brawl on behalf of himself is highly regarded and if individuals allow not for such a thing, the chances that he’ll simply exit the scene without a second thought is lofty. Slothful he stands. Nevertheless there have been and will be times in which Andracos either attracts or instigates a brawl that compels Pachid to enrol. Upon these times bringing themselves into existence one ascertains that Pachid is an exceedingly strategic fighter; scrutinizing how effortlessly and promptly an opponent can be defeated. Using his sharp eyes to observe any Achilles' heel, emotional distress and/or lack of focus Pachid will take advantage of any faults he observes. Tactical and ingenious in terms of fighting. [b]Weapon of Choice: [/b] His vampiric abilities. [b]Job Title & Description: [/b] The Dunkim’ (sits in the chair whilst others attempt to hit the target for him to fall into the water) [b]Number of Souls You Have to Collect: [/b] 1 000 000 [b]Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: [/b] 400 years [b]What Was Your Wish? [/b] To no longer be in need of frequent feeding - tone down the thirst because hunting often is far to troublesome [b]How Many Souls Have You Collected? [/b] 600 000 [b]How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? [/b] 250 years [b]How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character? [/b] [i]“To place significants behind collecting, specifically after willing going into dealership with Mr Seil is one contradictory and two requires far too much labour.”[/i] [b]Personality: [/b] Reserved in demeanour Pachid has always been the most reasonable amongst the Andracos entourage. Within the group he is the least violent, and when other members fight he does not involve himself; more out of pure lethargy. Intelligent however far too slothful to make use of such a thing Pachid suffers from weariness far beyond the normal vampire. Lazy and unenthusiastic man who apparently spends much of his time asleep and no one, except Andracos, appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a top ranking vampire Pachid would rather opt to slumber on a cloud over a physical activity, and if given the chance, he would sleep for the rest of eternity. Not particularly interested in the happenings around him, however surprisingly observant and a capable analyst. In comparison to the typical parasite of the night, he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. He can be serious on occasion, although his personality does not change much; he comes off as reluctant, but nonetheless willing to complete the task at hand. [b]Biography: [/b] A street rat living on the homeless Pachid knows not what his true name is and who is family are. Upon seeing Andracos as a source of food, Pachid attempted to feed off him. Predictably Andracos came out victorious however due to the decent fight the vampire had given him Andracos offered him a home, a name and a way of life. Extremely loyal, Pachid learnt more survival skills and due to the training of Andracos his skills excel far beyond; if only he made use of them – something Andracos continually makes sense not of. Pachid was forced by Andracos to travel alongside him in his search of the Wish Master and upon discovering him again was forced by Andracos to go into contract with Mr. Seil. Pachid’s loyalty to Andracos convinced him enough and the deal was made. [b]Played by SweetCinderella[/b] [/center][/hider2] [hider2=Relationship Chart] [i][center][b]Pachid Coyotas Relationship Chart [/b] ♥ = romantic||☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral [b]Mr. Reficul Seil [/b] ~ ☺~ I quite like the man. He’s a great guy and frankly he’s dam good at his job. Ruthless, cunning, friendly, sarcastic, observant, intelligent, and a good sales man. I respect him a great deal and he deserves every ounce he gets. Enough said [b]Rosaline Bell Seil[/b] ~☺ ~ Arh Rosalina, she so cute and definitely not as naive as she pretends to be. Kind, sweet, beautiful beyond any angel I’ve ever met and known – she probably outshines them all. You don’t come across many females angels like that these days, least not that traditional. Though the fact that every corner she takes leads her into danger would get so tiresome, I don’t how Mr. Seil manages to continuously keep her safe. Though I don’t blame him for doing what he did, I mean, I’d do it to if I had the power. [b]Andracos Soleviel[/b] ~ ☺ ~ You know, it’s harder than you think to find someone who truly believes in your unmistakable, unconditional awesomeness. Well I did. Without doubt he’s downright and utterly insane and psychotic, sick and twisted, the guys a complete nutter. Poor guy didn’t even have a chance to be stable. His theatrics can get tiresome but usually amusing. I can count on the guy for anything. He’s taken the fall for my actions a few times, but I won’t get into that. You know that quote, sigh, how does it go… ‘a good friend will bail you out of jail but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, ‘dam, that was fun.’’ Well, that’s Andracos. [b]Pachid Coyotas[/b] ~ ☺ ~ Eh. There are things I dislike about myself and things I like. I’m content with my flaws and my attributes. I’m not the gloating type so I’ll leave it there. [b]Ty[/b] ~ ☺ ~ I like her, cause she’s as cool as a cucumber. Calm and patient. My mind will never fully register just how she is made of air, but that’s Azure for you. If I wasn’t so lazy I’d go out of my way to actually spend time with the girl, but I’m not going to lie, I’m too lazy. [b]Crow[/b] ~ ◑ ~ Oh woof, woof. Pretty sure she hates cause she’s racist. I don’t mind her but she does smell funky especially when she shifts. She’s just another puppet of Mr. Seil’s really. I’d talk to her, even befriend her, but like I said, she’s true to her species wars, she hates me. And that okay. [b]Arina Lécuyer[/b] ~ ☺ ~ I’m not even going to bother with this one. [b]Soren Novák[/b] ~ ◑ ~ He’s a dick and a twat, that is all. [b]Reira Masin [/b] ~ ◑ ~ Who? Oh, the new human? Eh… [b]Celleci[/b] ~◑ ~ She’s a bit much. Very different to Rosalina, not quite as reserved. The righteousness is a little much for me. I don’t think she likes me either, but that’s probably because I’m friends with the nutter Andracos. Hey he’ more amusing than she thus I’d rather befriend the nutter than the virtuous one. All I can say is that she is a little much… contradictory I know considering whom I hang with. [b]Calista Luinaree[/b] ~ ◑ ~ I feel sorry for this one. She’s so paranoid. It’s funny, but it’s sad. I’d go insane being that suspicious. I’m sure she’s a nice girl but come on; she needs to see a shrink or something. [b]Ari Glitterskip/Red[/b] ~ ◑ ~ Annoying and I don’t have to say anything else. [b]Vol [/b] ~ ◑ ~ He’s a little weird. I do get uncomfortable around the guy. You know, I don’t think he likes me either. Not many do… god dam it Andracos.. what’s wrong with me? I’m a nice guy. Eh anyway… Umm Vol. Yeah awkward but he’s a siren, still though there’s a line and he does cross it. [b]Eikki Dreadlight[/b] ~ ◑ ~ Yeah I have not a lot to say about this one. Always stays inside his ‘lagoon’. Hardly had any interactions. All I know is he is a manfish. I honestly don’t waste time thinking about him. Nalia Armstrong ~ ◑ ~ Who? Nathan Armstrong ~ ◑ ~ (Raises eyebrow) Imalia ~ ◑ ~ Not bad on the eyes. I don’t mind pulling up a chair and just watching her for a few hours. A bit mean but hey, most females are. She wouldn’t hesitate to drown me if she had the chance. I kinda like that. She’s alright. Jing Lao ~ ◑ ~ He looks like a girl and that’s weird. It’s concerning too. Though I like his tranquility. Good little china man. Nothing else really Angoriel ~ ◑ ~ Oh yeah, I remember that guy. That… special angel. I honestly can’t remember his breed. He’s cool. Er, yeah… he’s a good fighter. He and Andracos will go head to head some time I reckon and I’ll be there, eating popcorn. [/center][/i][/HIDER2] [/hider]