Plantoids have been during extremely well in this world, seeing as the only race able to eat them is the Chacals. They have mostly come to enjoy more lush environments, finding that many things fall into their gaping...smiling....maws. Considering they do not care what they eat as long as it is meaty, many races have come to warn of the smiling plants and their dangers. Some may think that they are harmless and may venture into an area with one...but they may no longer be seen again. 

Channels however, have grown quite well as a race. They have a pack mentality that spurred the rise of a community much like ancient Egyptians. Being peaceful makes so that other races may become alliances if they were to prove themselves. For while Chacals are friendly, they are defensive. 

Alec is often among his favored race as a high priest known as Azazel. He finds he is proud of this race and quite protective of it. 

One night, his sleep goes from the blackness it has been for the last 30 years straight into a nightmare. He tosses as he is plunged into the grasping arms of the traumatized souls that cause him to avoid his home often. Flailing they scratch and tear at him, void expressions showing nothing as their mouths gap wide into screams. He then is tossed to rhona. As he reaches for her she crumbles into dust. Her last words unheard but known. "Your fault" he ends up on his knees as Leon strikes him down with lightning fury on his face. As he dies in that scene he is tossed to another. One of his undead father screaming, his face barely recognizable. He tosses and turns in his bed as the nightmares continue.