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[color=lightblue]UserName:[/color] 
-BlackPanther
 
[color=lightblue]Character name:[/color] 
-Veretu Olend
 
[color=lightblue]Age:[/color] 
-22 
 
[color=lightblue]Mageblood type:[/color]
-Ancient (Specializes in Demonancy and pyromancy)
 
[color=lightblue]Favoured Magic Class:[/color] 
-Weaving (Demonmancy and Pyromancy)
 
[color=lightblue]Previous Magic training:[/color]
-A small amount of practicing (trying to control or send back salem...)
 
[color=lightblue]Race:[/color] 
-Half Wood Elf Half Esyire
 
[color=lightblue]Appearance:[/color]
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-Veretu stands at exactly 6 feet with a lean dancer style build. His skin is relatively pale leading to a stark contrast of ebony hair and striking purple eyes. Pointed ears peek out from his hair that help him hear, but are quite a bit sensitive. His hands are tipped with slightly elongated claws instead of fingernails and they are a black color. His body seems to be fairly lacking in the scale department, but has a trail of dark grey duochrome scales going from the back of his neck down to above his hips where they break and highlight them. In certain lights they look more deep grey while others they appear dove grey with a faint shimmer to them. On his back rests a pair of dark grey wings with black talons where the wing bends. 

[color=lightblue]Apparel:[/color]
-Veretu is usually dressed in clothing that allows a fair amount of movement. His upper attire consists of backless tops that tend to lack in sleeves while the bottoms are pants that mold to him and boots that nearly reach his knee. In the winter he covers up more and tend to have to cut slits into his upper wear in order to accommodate for his wings. Occasionally he will rim his eyes with color (usually black), but thats the extent of his eccentric nature being shown.

[color=lightblue]Bio:[/color]
Veretu was born in a small wood elf town nearby the scorched lands. The town itself went by the name of Kodumaa and was purely wood elf. Within this town was one particularly beautiful wood elf by the name of Iludis. She was the pinnacle of beauty with her olive toned skin, ebony hair, bright green eyes and delicately pointed ears. She was quiet, yet there was a fierceness to her that had several males wanting her, yet she shot them all down. She made her living off of skinning and would sell hides and leather along with soap and other various items made from the dead creatures, making sure to use every portion. Her items were popular amongst travelers that would come in and eventually, one male esyire found himself attracted to such an interesting wood elf. 

Sõdalane was a fierce warrior. A towering creature of muscle and might, yet he was different around Iludis. This fierce little wood elf had awoken his softer side. He found himself buying excessive amounts of soaps with various flowers in them just to see her. Yet, Iludis was cautious of him. How could she fall for such a brute? What if they had a child? It would ruin the bloodline. And yet, little by little the two fell in love. But, this love was not meant to last. Oh no, it had no chance. There was no marriage and to add to that one passionate night lead to Iludis falling pregnant.

Sodalane stayed through the pregnancy, reassuring her that he would always be there. That he loved her. Why would he go anywhere else. Yet, upon the birth of the pale hybrid child, Sodalane left. It was as if as soon as his eyes touched his son, the spell he had had upon him was broken. The words he tossed at Iludis were cruel and began the festering of depression within her heart. She named her son Veretu and gave him her last name. She swore she would love him and care for him, and she did for awhile that is.

Iludis raised veretu and taught him about their craft. Hunting, skinning, treating everything she could until the depression got worse. She reached the point where she simply could not do it anymore and Veretu had to take over. Not only did he work on skinning and treating for trade, but also for food. Veretu was also too young to realize it at the time, but what was adding to the depression was the shunning. She had endured it while veretu was an infant, but as he got older, the shunning got worse. If they were looked at it was with disgust. They were never spoken to and no one within the town would purchase their goods, leaving them to rely on travelers in order to make any coin. 

As Veretu grew, he became less and less social and more awkward. Unable to get past any interaction other than selling items with short quick sentences. His wings often pulled around him in a half circle as if protecting himself from those looks of disgust. His teenage hood came and with it the self wonder. He started wondering more and more if he should even really exist, but tried not to let himself fall into depression. Instead he forced himself to stay strong...for his mother who seemed to love him less and less with each passing day.

At the age of 18, he snapped somewhat. An action he would regret every day of his life. He no longer remembers fully everything that was said or why he even snapped in the first place. He had taken off to cool down, to give his mother some space. Perhaps to even bring some life back to the now dull green eyes his mother held. When veretu returned with a small grouping of flowers tied with twine, he saw his mother’s lifeless form. It had finally gotten too much for her, and she took her life to relieve the pain she had been holding.

The large amount of raw emotions flooded him, and he found himself moving. His magic having been triggered by the open floodgates. He had no idea what he was doing and as a result a demon seemed to appear. With rather loud words he was instructed to leave as he would become “demon chow” if he didn’t “Move his scaled hide”. Still out of it, and incredibly broken down Veretu did move it. Lucky he did too since demons began to try to make their way from whatever he had done. As he went to safety and formed a bond with Salem, a group of Djarkel soldiers rushed in on what was left behind. They had managed to clean up his newly created mess, but were not able to hunt down the mess creator. 

After bonding with Salem, he decided to head toward the college. He wanted to learn, to make something of himself. His plan to be able to control or send back salem after realizing how much of a pain the cat was and to make his mother proud since she was never proud of him existing in life.

[color=lightblue]Good Attributes:[/color] 
-Agile: Being half wood elf has given him some pretty good agility. He's bendy and as elegant as a ballerina and can parkour through trees with the best of them. 
-Flight: Having wings comes in handy for flying. (Flight is equal to a hawk with a general wing shape like it. Though his are leathery.) 
-Hunting: Being shunned means he sometimes had to go get food for himself and his mother. He became pretty good at it, but that doesn’t mean he's the best. He still misses sometimes. 
-Tracking: Same as hunting.
-Skinning: Veretu is excellent at skinning dead animals and using the hide. Either to create furs or leather.
-Soap: Weirdly Veretu can make soap. He can even add flowers to it to make it spiffy.
-Archery: Veretu uses a bow and ironwood arrows as his preferred weapon. After all its the best for hunting in distances and therefore he's pretty good at it. 

[color=lightblue]Bad Attributes:[/color] 
-Fear of becoming blind (Scotomaphobia): He hates the idea of not being able to see. Seeing is something he enjoys too much so something as simple as blindfolding him could cause him to shut down quite a bit. 
-Fear of small spaces (Claustrophobia): He is terrified of small confining spaces. It's not really certain what caused this phobia to become something he has, but being in small spaces especially small dark spaces terrifies him. 
-Fear of Abandonment (Athazagoraphobia): Being shunned and feeling like his mother died because of him has resulted in him fearing that if he does become attached to someone they would leave him as well. 
-Darkness: Die to the phobia of being blind and not having very good night vision, He absolutely does not like the dark. Anything darker than twilight freaks him out a bit.
-Shunned: Having become used to being shunned means he is terrible at being social. As time goes on he will probably become better at interacting.
-Ears: His ears are pretty sensitive which makes loud noises uncomfortable and rubbing far more enjoyment filled then a normal individual's ears. This also means grabbing and tugging on them hurts quite a bit.

[color=lightblue]Other[/color]
-His breathing ability lends him an ombre grey flame. (From dark almost black leading to light almost white grey)

Secret Word: Rebirth
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[color=lightgreen]Salem the Demon Cat[/color]

[color=lightgreen]Apperance[/color]
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-Salem is a medium sized black cat with large granny smith apple colored eyes and large pointed ears.  Salem seems to also willingly wear a purple collar with a moon tag on it, as if to signify that he wasn't just any demon he is [i]special[/i]

[color=lightgreen]Gender[/color]
-Salem is a male demon cat.

[color=lightgreen]Brief bio on meeting[/color]
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[i] Oh my don't even get me started. So I was trying to escape when I saw this beacon of an opportunity in the form of some weaver who had some serious emotional problems happening. I got out and thought the dumb kid would stop. But did he? No no he didn't. Some other not as amazing demons started following the beacon just like I did so I had no choice but to yell at the guy. He actually listened and took off with me. Probably lucky for the both of us. We bonded and princess decided to go to that college because he wants to “control” me. Whatever man. Either way I’m not going anywhere. He needs me just as much as I need him.[/i]
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[color=lightgreen]Abilities[/color]
-A bit stronger than the average cat, but not nearly as strong as a human
-Talking without requirement of telepathy
-Human level intelligence 
-Being adorable
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