[quote=@Ayame]
[hider=Calamity]
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[color=bc8dbf][h1][b]Calamity[/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=92278f][h2][i]"Your life is mine!"[/i][/h2][/color]
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[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ef/c2/f7/efc2f7849d14900acb853efa2a509fad.jpg[/img]
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[color=bc8dbf][b]Age[/b][/color]
[indent]90[/indent]
[color=92278f][b]Blood %[/b][/color]
[indent]80% Dragon, 20% Seraphim[/indent]
[color=bc8dbf][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=92278f][b]Sex Preference[/b][/color]
[indent]Hetero[/indent]
[color=bc8dbf][b]Height[/b][/color]
[indent]5'3" or 160cm[/indent]
[color=92278f][b]Weight[/b][/color]
[indent]120lbs or 54.43kg[/indent]
[color=bc8dbf][b]Faction[/b][/color]
[indent]N/A[/indent]
[color=92278f][b]Occupation[/b][/color]
[indent]Killer or Bodyguard for hire[/indent]
[color=bc8dbf][b]Pet[/b][/color]
[indent]N/A[/indent]
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[color=92278f][b]Physical Appearance[/b][/color]
[indent]Although she is mostly Dragon by blood, Calamity appears more human because of her mother's shape-shifting ability, and her father's blood, which consisted of more Seraphim than Dragon.  Her hair is pure white, and her eyes are such a light blue, they almost look white.  Her wings are quite big, and have a horn emerging from each, making her look a little more demonic than angelic.  Her wings, ears, tail and legs all have a bluish tinge to it, just like her eyes.  Her ears are elongated, and she has feather-like horns emerging around each ear.  Her tail is long, and plated.  Her legs have horns emerging at her knees, plated all the way down to her clawed feet.[/indent]
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[color=bc8dbf][b]Apparel[/b][/color]
[indent]Calamity wears armour-like cloth covering from her shoulder all the way down her arms that are white.  Her sleeves are great for hiding weapons.  She wears stretchy black material underneath all along her arms, on the bottom parts of her thighs to her knees, a black halter-neck top covering her upper torso, falling down her back, and wrapping around her waist in a V.  She leaves her midriff and upper thighs open.[/indent]
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[color=92278f][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[indent]Calamity is a rather cold person.  She has seen a lot in her long life.  She’s only a decade off a century!  She isn’t close to anyone, and wants it to stay that way.  Although she is dressed provocatively, she is more of a prude than you may think.  She respects herself, and her body, and would always send men scurrying away with their tail between their legs with a single glare that’s scarier than death itself.  She doesn’t mind showing off her body because she’s proud of it.  She may look weak and harmless, but she has muscles.[/indent]

[indent]She knows her limitations well, and doesn’t like proving herself.  She is not full of herself, and will get a job done.  She seems indifferent to everything around her and rather detached when she speaks.  Her voice is monotone, and expressionless, and she never seems to show any emotions on her face either.  If you look carefully though, you’d be able to see a deep sadness in her eyes though, but she covers it up pretty well.  She doesn’t like to talk, and hates chatterboxes.[/indent]

[indent]Calamity doesn’t seem like the type to get angry easily, but she does.  When she’s mad, she’s a real spitfire, and actually talks a lot, much like those chatterboxes she hates.[/indent]
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[color=bc8dbf][b]Exp[/b][/color]
[indent]Calamity grew up travelling the world.  She didn’t like her parents, as she was left to fend for herself at a very young age.  She learnt from all of the different people she met, learning how to use medicines to help keep her wounds clean and safe from infection, how to fight, how to strengthen her body, and how to hide her emotions.  She kept all of her teachings close to her, learning new things as she continued to travel, still learning.[/indent]
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[color=92278f][b]Spells[/b][/color]
[indent][color=630460][b]Icy Smash[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]This is an ice attack, where ice boulders slam into each other, smashing whoever is in between them.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][color=630460][b]Soul Light[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]This is more of a passive skill that is generally used after her soul detection ability.  It lights up a person’s soul, so that anyone hidden is seen by everyone else.[/indent][/indent]
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[color=bc8dbf][b]Abilities/Powers[/b][/color]
[list]
[*]Soul Detection
[*]Fire Manipulation
[*]Ice Manipulation
[*]Metal Dense Claws
[*]Regeneration
[*]Stone Hard Scales
[*]Fire Breath
[*]Ice Breath
[*]Metal Dense Teeth
[*]Metal Dense Horns
[*]Heat Resistant Scales
[*]Cold Resistant Scales
[*]Binocular Vision
[*]Smell Detection
[*]Dragon Wings
[*]Dragon Tail
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[color=92278f][b]Weapons[/b][/color]
[indent][img]http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/disguise/16005_01-large.jpg[/img][/indent]

[indent]This sword is a sword that can split in two.  Just imagine the sword is white with a blue hilt.[/indent]
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[color=bc8dbf][b]History[/b][/color]
[indent]For the first four years of her life, she lived with her mother in Blaze.  Calamity’s mother then cast her out, not caring about her daughter.  She didn’t really know who her mother was.  All she remembers is calling a woman ‘mother’.  She tried going home, but her mother wasn’t to be seen.  Disheartened, Calamity roamed the streets, picking up skills here and there.  When she reached the age of 11, she started travelling, wanting to see the world.  She continued to pick up more skills.  She was 15 when she learnt how to fight.  She was 16 when she received her blade.  She was 17 when she killed for the first time.  She was 20 when she began her job as a killer or bodyguard for hire.  She grew as she travelled, turning into an ice cold person, who seemed indifferent about everything.  She’s seen far more than she should in her 90 years.[/indent]
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[hider=Trivia]
[indent]Calamity has a twin brother whom she believes is dead.  She was 3 when he was taken from her arms by some mean men.[/indent]
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[hider=Castiel]
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[color=0054a6][h1][b]Castiel[/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=8493ca][h2][i]"I'm looking for someone.  Do you know her?"[/i][/h2][/color]
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[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/47/64/dc47647babf0d17074cef7f5be317ff7.jpg[/img]
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[color=0054a6][b]Age[/b][/color]
[indent]90[/indent]
[color=8493ca][b]Blood %[/b][/color]
[indent]60% Seraphim, 40% Dragon[/indent]
[color=0054a6][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=8493ca][b]Sex Preference[/b][/color]
[indent]Hetero[/indent]
[color=0054a6][b]Height[/b][/color]
[indent]6’2” or 188cm[/indent]
[color=8493ca][b]Weight[/b][/color]
[indent]220lbs or 99.8kg[/indent]
[color=0054a6][b]Faction[/b][/color]
[indent]Dolofon[/indent]
[color=8493ca][b]Occupation[/b][/color]
[indent]Assassin[/indent]
[color=0054a6][b]Pet[/b][/color]
[indent]N/A[/indent]
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[color=8493ca][b]Physical Appearance[/b][/color]
[indent]Castiel is a black haired male with jet black angelic wings.  He has elf-like ears, and a long dragon-like tail.  He has horns that are too small to see past his messy black head of hair.  He always seems to have this scowl on his face.  His eyes are a light blue that nearly look white.  Although he has mostly Seraphim blood, he is black because of his mother, who was a black scaled dragon.[/indent]
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[color=0054a6][b]Apparel[/b][/color]
[indent]Castiel wears all black.  He wears armour-like cloth that covers his whole body.  He wears boots that are made of black dragon hide from a dragon he killed when it attacked him.[/indent]
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[color=8493ca][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[indent]Castiel is a very cold male.  He is full of anger, and hatred to everyone.  He wishes to find his twin sister, but he doesn’t know where she is, or what she’s doing.  His eyes are so cold, and scary, when he glares at others, they run away with their tail between their legs.[/indent]

[indent]Castiel is never friendly, and can be incredibly cruel.  He is a ruthless killer, who seems to love killing.  He is a loner, but wants love as well.  He craves love, but he doesn’t know how to show it.  He misses his twin sister, and wishes to find her once more.  Castiel is easily angered, and it is hard to calm him down once he’s started.  He has some serious issues with bloodlust, and it gets pretty hard to control.[/indent]
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[color=0054a6][b]Exp[/b][/color]
[indent]Castiel grew up in the league of assassins, or Dolofon.  He was taught how to fight and kill at a young age.  He was taught a few herbs to help himself heal if he was ever injured, but he was taught well, and it takes a really skilled fighter to injure Castiel.  He is especially talented with magic, and knows quite a bit.[/indent]
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[color=8493ca][b]Spells[/b][/color]
[indent][color=003471][b]Light Slash[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]It is a light attack.  This attack can be used on his wings, or his sword.  A pure white light buffs the tips of his wings or edge of his sword, causing immense damage to the person at the receiving end.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][color=003471][b]Scent Vision[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]This is a passive skill.  Scent Vision allows the user to see all smells.  Nice smells tend to be bright colours, like lavender, violet, red and yellow.  Bad smells tend to be dark colours, like black and different shades of grey or rotten green.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][color=003471][b]Light of the Seraphim[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]This is another passive skill.  This skill allows the user to find whatever good is in their opponent, and bring it out, allowing their opponent to feel happiness, sadness, anguish, and guilt for what they have done.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][color=003471][b]Aerial Kick[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]This is an air attack.  Going hand in hand with air walking, this attack allows the user to be light on their feet, landing fast, yet powerful kicks on their opponent for 10 seconds.[/indent][/indent]
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[color=0054a6][b]Abilities/Powers[/b][/color]
[list]
[*]Dragon tail
[*]Metal Dense Horns
[*]Heat Resistant Scales
[*]Cold Resistant Scales
[*]Binocular Vision
[*]Smell Detection
[*]Soul Detection
[*]Angel Wings
[*]Air Walking
[*]Halo Light
[*]Portal Jumping
[*]Portal Sensing
[*]Portal Conjuring
[*]Ghost Vision
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[color=8493ca][b]Weapons[/b][/color]
[indent][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/0d/2f/450d2f817cc7659e17c11994f05b3c89.jpg[/img][/indent]

[indent]The black sword is quite large, and relatively heavy, yet Castiel can swing it around with ease.[/indent]
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[color=0054a6][b]History[/b][/color]
[indent]Castiel was born to a 100% female dragon shape-shifter, and male Seraphim with 60% Seraphim, 40% Dragon.  Unlike his sister, who had more Dragon blood in her than Seraphim, Castiel has more Seraphim blood than Dragon.  Castiel was taken from his twin sister at the age of 3 by the Dolofon.  He was raised by the league of assassins, and was taught how to kill from a young age.[/indent]

[indent]Being traines so ruthlessly, Castiel was able to travel at the age of 14, roaming the world in search of his sister, as well as doing the odd jobs from the league of assassins.  His main concern had always been his twin, and he trained hard so that he would be able to protect her when he found her.[/indent]
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[hider=Trivia]
[indent]Castiel says he can’t love anyone, yet he loves his sister.[/indent]
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[quote=@Zi][hider=Zi]
[center][h1][color=a36209][i][b]My hide, Impenetrable. 
My Loyalty, Unbreakable. 
My Strength, Unyielding. 
My love, Unending. 
All for you my queen.[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]

[img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D54m2sMoNyA/VP5yzdu6FnI/AAAAAAAADx0/BoCCXmJAFVc/s1600/(pic%2B-%2BStory)%2BJupiter%2BAscending%2BDemon.JPG[/img]

[h3][color=a36209]Name:[/color][/h3]	Vakim Malukavi (Vi For short)
[h3][color=a36209]Age:[/color][/h3] 	93
[h3][color=a36209]Blood%:[/color][/h3] 	100% Oro
[h3][color=a36209]Gender:[/color][/h3] 	Male 
[h3][color=a36209]Sex Preference:[/color][/h3] 	Hetero
[h3][color=a36209]Height:[/color][/h3] 	8'5"
[h3][color=a36209]Weight:[/color][/h3] 	1200lbs (Fair? or heavier?)
[h3][color=a36209]Physical appearance:[/color][/h3] 	Picture.
[h3][color=a36209]Apparel:[/color][/h3]	Only in picture, plus studded leather everywhere his skin in if he is preparing for a fight. 
[h3][color=a36209]Personality:[/color][/h3] 	Stoic creature, never has much to say. Always serious, or seems that way at least. He has a HUGE soft spot for the queen, she can make him do anything, he wont waste a second getting her requests fulfilled. He climbed her ranks to get as close to her as he could get. He is Currently one of her highest Elites.
[h3][color=a36209]Faction:[/color][/h3] His only service is to his Queen
[h3][color=a36209]Pet:[/color][/h3] 	[center][hider=Colossus][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/01/b1/45/01b145b51f0cb4d895f5539f10260d29.jpg[/img] 
Colossus is more of a friend to Vakim, Vakim saw that he was hurt and unable to protect himself and so he set up camp near him just incase someone wanted to kill the injured dragon, one day a group of 'soon to be' Sureian Dragon hunters came to claim their Dragon head, or so they thought, Vakim fought them off. In the process breaking his sword that was a gift from his father. When Colossus Healed and returned to healthy conditions he forged Vakim a sword and vowed to be by his side for the rest of his life. And now they are here :)[/hider][/center]
[h3][color=a36209]Exp:[/color][/h3] 	Born and raised in the Gaia Armies.
[h3][color=a36209]Spells:[/color][/h3] 	Conjure [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/boombeach/images/b/b2/Stone_elemental.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140330013557]Earth Elemental[/url], Conjure [url=http://i.imgur.com/fgsw2rK.jpg]Air Elemental[/url] He cannot control if the Air elemental changes form, he can only summon one. 
[h3][color=a36209]Abilities/Powers:[/color][/h3] 	He can create huge windstorms with his wings, the forces that result are usually too much for one to stand against or even keep themselves upright. His jaws can crush modern day steel easily. He is exceptional at hand to hand combat despite his heavy limbs.
[h3][color=a36209]Weapons:[/color][/h3] 	He carries an Obsidian Scimitar that was forged for him by his 'Pet' Colossus. [url=https://img1.etsystatic.com/049/0/6040044/il_570xN.665567801_4sqo.jpg]Looks[/url]
[h3][color=a36209]History:[/color][/h3] 	Vakim was born of two generals in the Gaia Forces. He was raised with his parents servants in the same castle as the princess (Now Queen) who was his childhood best friend until he was old enough to join the ranks of Gaia militia then his parents tore him from the princess and forced him to sign up. Putting it in his own head that the only way he could be close to his long lost love ever again would be to earn rank to sit beside her as her Royal guard, He worked tirelessly for it. Climbing the ranks faster than anyone else through skill and determination, He eventually was Knighted High Elite of Gaia and is now in the Queen's Guard.
[center][hider=Trivia]Do you think he could have had any affairs with the Queen?[/hider][/center][/hider]
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[quote=@BlackPanther]
[hider=Paon]
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[h2]
[b]Quote:[color=lavender]"oh I flirt with everyone....I'm an equal opportunity lover. And killer but that's not the point"[/color][/b]
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[b]Name:[/b]
Paon Plumeahe

[b]Age:[/b]
young for a dragon 

[b]Species:[/b]
Dragon

[b]Blood%:[/b]
100% Dragon (Though the types of dragon are debatable)

[b]Gender:[/b]
Male 

[b]Sex Preference:[/b]
Bi sexual

[b]Height:[/b]
26 feet (Two elephants tall...very small for a dragon)

[b]Weight:[/b]
3 tons
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[b]Physical appearance:[/b]
Dragon: 
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/43/e5/26/43e526ff1e31c780c6b6afddd02ef373.jpg[/img]
His dragon form is small and sleek. A rather odd dragon that seems to be a mix of various types. His tongue is forked much like a snake and is an odd eggplant coloration. His paw pads are more like that of a feline then a reptile and are a blue color.

Chosen Humanoid shape:
[img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363852730487275521/368535807709151232/Paon.jpg[/img]
this shape consists of a rather soft featured male with delicately pointed ears and large opal colored eyes...eyes that seem to reflect different hues at different angles in the light and give him the appearance of blindness. Along with this his hair is white with pastel colors streaked throughout. In this shape he is a rather small 5 foot nine with lean muscle. Giving him an archers body that he hides underneath hooded leathers of various colorations. His skin is on the paler side with blue scaled stripes on his middle back ending around his hips. His canines are sharp and on his head are his two spiraled horns. With his rather soft attractive appearance he is usually mistaken for different races, something he is fine with. 
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[b]Apparel:[/b]
-He typically wears leathers of a hunter in purple hues with a hood that accommodates his horns. The leathers allow him more movement which he prefers.

Vehicle: N/A

[b]Personality:[/b]
-Despite his soft features, paon is sarcastic leaning toward cynical. With a voice that often purrs his comments, it is usually hard to tell when he is being sarcastic. Along with the sarcasm and being cynical, Paon is actually quite skilled in being able to talk his way out of problems. (Probably the snake tongue)

[b]Occupation:[/b]
-Trader: He tends to trade the hides of the animals he has slain in return for money. (A win win for him since he skins the animal he plans on eating)
-Assassin: A little known job he had taken upon himself awhile ago. Finding that his speed and silent movement was perfect for the job. 

[b]Faction:[/b]
-League of Assassins. (Dolofon)

Pet: N/A

Adv. App.: N/A

[b]EXP[/b]:
-Paon gained his skills first from hunting to joining the league of assassins. Finding that he could accomplish their request of killing without a trace thanks to his poison and quickness.
-Paon learned to shapeshift by being around the individual that took him in. It took him awhile to figure out how to get his dragon self into a smaller more humanoid shape. As such when he first shifted he was far more scaly. Over time he perfected the shape and is one of his most skilled abilities.
-Paon can keep his humanoid shape as long as he pleases. Typically loosing the shape when he looses his temper...or control. This skill level developed from the dangers of pushing himself. Keeping the shape longer and longer until he was able to keep it. This took him a very long time....meaning that he is still learning mannerisms of people to blend in better.
-Paon has had a fairly successful kill streak. Managing to take about 100 contracts in the span he's been in the league. He's relatively high ranking and considered reliable, often getting contracts that are considered difficult.

Spells: None

[b]Abilities/Powers:[/b]
-Shapeshifting: only seems to become the humanoid figure. Often mistaken for other races and believed to be blind.
-Heat manipulation and conjuration
-Metal dense ivory colored claws
-Regeneration
-Scales: Not nearly as hard as other species. Tough as stone in softer areas and tough as metal on back.
-Fire Breath: Has a rather interesting rainbow colored fire
-Metal Dense Teeth
-Metal Dense Horns
-Heat resistant scales
-Binocular vision (not actually blind)
-Smell dectection: When using his snake like tongue his sense of smell is heightened and helps him pin point locations in the dark
-Posionous: His blood is poisonous much like a brightly colored dart frog
-Venomous: He has venom sacs located by his canines and his venom is equal to a western rattlesnake. 
-Poison resistance to his poison type

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
-Cold: much like a snake Paon is weak to colder temperatures. Becoming too cold can result in him becoming weakened and sluggish. Basically he becomes very vulnerable.


[b]Weapons:[/b]
-His weapon other than his claws is a rather elegant dagger. A dagger that reflect no light and slices with precision should he need it to. To add to its deadly nature, Paon often gives the weapon a layer of his own venom. He calls it Fang.
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[b]History:[/b]
[color=lavender]
[i]
Where do I start? Mayhaps the beginning? Well I was abandoned upon birth due to not only being a runt but being presumed blind. Left to fend on my own I decided to survive despite the massive odds against me. 

I lived mostly on fruit and hiding. This feralness lasted for quite some time before my baby self was found by someone. They were elderly...I suppose that is why they decided to care for me. None the less I managed to learn to shapeshift...allowing to better learn the skills they were teaching me. 

Of course, after some time they passed and I was alone once more. I took it upon myself to begin trading, after all I had practiced shapeshifting enough to look reasonable...I believe the race I am most mistaken for is sol....so why not make coin off of it? And I did. I used hides from the creatures I was going to eat anyway and business was pretty good....but something was missing.

I found my travels taking me to the land of Nero and found myself intrigued by the lure of assassins. Turns out with my skills I had a knack for it. I was able to take out a contract given to me with efficiency and left no trace of me being there. Impressed they let me join their ranks. Took me awhile to master a few things and rank up to where I am now...but that's all that's needed to know.
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[b]Trivia:[/b]
-Paon has an extremely high metabolism resulting in him consuming lots of food to keep up with it. The need for large quantities of foods can be comparable to a hummingbird. He prefers a combination of meats and fruits for his dietary needs.
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[hider=Name list]
Back up name: "Pallua - Vrondi"
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[color=lavender]Text color is lavender[/color]
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[quote=@13org]
[hider=Lila Moriarty]
[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Lila Moriarty[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/ike61hgjj/e91a4a1eb21ae78f6b27a629a24a8aae.jpg[/img][/center]
[hider=Theme music]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hosCuzo6JKo[/youtube]
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[list]
[*] [b]Age:[/b] 19
[*] [b]Gender:[/b] Female
[*] [b]Height:[/b] 5'0
[*] [b]Weight:[/b] She doesn't care about these things as long as her body is still in its best shape for combat.
[*] [b]Sex Preference:[/b] Hetero
[*] [b]Blood[/b] 100% Nayu
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[center][h3][b]Appearance and Apparel:[/b][/h3][/center]
Deep red hair, eyes with a completely black sclera and red pupils, skin with a light silver coloration, almost white.
Her small, slender and delicate body often make others think that she is younger than she actually is. But behind it, she hides a surprising force, especially when wielding her scythe.
Wears a black and red dress, a small rosary with the holy symbol of the Seraphim, black leather knee high boots, and her gauntlets. Sometimes she wears a black leather cape to protect herself from the weather. 

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[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f7/c0/94/f7c0943e02b6aff95e80a346ff0dbc1b.jpg[/img]
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[h3][b]Personality:[/b][/h3]
Lila is a very reserved, lonely and sad girl. She is quiet and distant. It can be surprisingly difficult to make her trust someone at first, but if they are able to earn her trust, she can be surprisingly warm, caring and affectionate. Due to her being treated only as an object by the Aion faction to attain their objectives, she is very lonely and longs for someone who cares about her, someone who loves her.
Being a pureblood Nayu, she can be efficient and merciless when feeding. Her training also made her completely insensible about the act of killing. If she is order, or if she needs to, she will kill another living being without hesitation.

Although she looks to be a cold and heartless girl, she actually suffers a lot because she was alone her entire life and never had someone who cared about her. If you break the shell that encases her heart, who know what will happen?  Maybe she will show herself to be a completely different girl.

[h3][b]Backstory:[/b][/h3] 
"The Nayu, a race of vile creatures, parasites that live by sucking blood of other races. Barbaric creatures that wish only death to the Seraphim and their allies. To destroy those vile creatures is our solemn duty, as we swore upon our angelic blood." Those are the words proffered by the seraphim and their allies. But we cant know the truth before hearing both sides, can we?  I believe you already know a lot about the Seraphim and their allies. Angels, good guys, clean the world from evil, etc. etc. So lets talk a little bit about the Nayu. Not about their military force, but lets talk about their cultural side. 

The Moriarty family. Wealthy and famous for their beautiful poems, songs and due to their unique, silver, almost white skin, something extremely unusual for the Nayu. Differently from other Nayus, the Moriarty family sold their poems, songs and the words they created to other races in exchange for currency and blood, to keep them alive. Even the Moriarty being openly pacifist, repudiating violence and staying away from politics, not everyone was comfortable in giving their blood as payment, but nonetheless, there were those who didn't cared about that, and were regular customers. Some of the Nayu never understood the Moriarty family's style of life. Why they choose to trade with other races, even being "friends" with them. But no one could deny that they were very helpful for the Nayu. Providing "clean" blood for any of those who didn't wanted to hunt and hurt others or even for the elderly and weak. There were also some Nayus who shared their ideals. Those who did so, quickly formed a community near the Moriarty's mansion. After all, not all the Nayus are blood starved beasts. Some just want to  live their lives peacefully, like any other.

I think that you know where this is going right? Politics, media, manipulation of information... "History is made by the winners."
Now lets look at the day when everything went wrong. We're finally meeting Lila, our protagonist. On that day, Lila was born, and on the same day, she had her life and future stolen away from her.

The Moriarty family had invited all their friends from the small community that formed around their home to a big party.  It was a happy day, the day that their only daughter, Lila, was born. Looking at that party, no one could say that the ones having fun and celebrating were the bloodthirsty and violent beasts that the Seraphim said that the Nayu were. They were all dancing to the beautiful music, telling jokes, congratulating the family for their newborn... The only thing different from the normal is that blood was being served together with wine. What they didn't knew was that a unit comprised of Seraphim, Aion and Taxis factions were marching on that direction.

Nobody was prepared to that, and when the Seraphim came, the chaos begun. No questions asked, no words said, they came and started to simply slaughter every Nayu they saw. Not even the old or women escaped. At the end of that massacre, only one Nayu was still alive. Ms. Moriarty, who tried to hide herself from them to protect the baby. She had the same fate as the others, slain without even a drop of compassion, without even a word. From her dead arms, a small baby, covered by a fine cotton blanked started to cry. When the Seraphim looked at her, it was a beautiful female Nayu baby, with a silver skin as white as the moon and blood red hair. I thought they would kill her, but for some reason unknown to me, they wrapped the baby on the cotton blanket again, who had the baby's name sewed on it "Lila" and took her away with them, letting a pile of innocent bodies behind. I couldn't do anything, only watch as they took her away. My old body was wounded and I had no strength left to even walk. It might have been a coward or selfish act, but the only thing I could do as an old Nayu was hide between the corpses. 

Now that you know what happened, you should decide who are the bloodthirsty savages on this story. Believe-me, I may be old, but I'm not a liar. Its not because i'm a Nayu that I would try to lie about such serious things.
Even now, its hard for me to speak about that day, but I think that is the least I can do to redeem myself from my cowardice. I had never told what happened on that day to anyone, I should at least write it down before I die. I hope that the small Lila can forgive this old and foolish man.

[hr][center][h3]A few years later[/h3][/center][hr]

A lone girl travels the land, alone save for her big scythe, that she carries along whenever she goes. Some call her the angel's hunting dog, others say she is the one who brings punishment for those who offend the angels. But whenever she goes, her figure is associated with bad omens and misfortune, especially due to the sad and sorrowful aura she passes.
Not much is known about her, as she only opens her mouth to talk with others when its absolutely necessary. Her Nayu heritage is obvious, but no one knows why she carries the holy symbol of the angels on her neck. Rumors say that if you are an follower of the angels and wear their holy symbol, she may approach you and ask politely for some blood with a beautiful, almost angelical voice. There are also rumors who say that she is a Nayu assassin following the orders of the Seraphim, hunting down their enemies with her scythe. But even with those rumors going on about her, the mysterious traveling girl continues to be an enigma, as very few are the ones who aren't superstitious and approach the little girl. 

[h3][b]Exp:[/b][/h3] Trained by the Seraphim using methods combining both the Seraphim and Nayu combat styles. Specialist in hunting and assassinating/eliminating her marks. Wields her scythe and her gauntlets with dexterity and agility, often surprising her opponents with the force behind her attacks due to her apparent fragile and delicate looks.
Her slender, flexible and agile body makes her a hard target to hit, and a mighty hunter, being almost impossible to run away from her if she is chasing you. Excellent at tracking her marks and obtaining information when needed by using her natural stealthiness.

[h3][b]Weapons:[/b][/h3]
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[*] [hider=Scythe]
Her signature weapon, given to her by the Seraphim as a tool for her to hunt down their foes.
[img]https://s1.postimg.org/scp9c0wyn/Untitled.png[/img]
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[*] [hider=Gauntlets]
A pair of gauntlets with sharp, bladed nails she uses for combat together with her scythe.
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f4/24/46/f424463a70e7bd079904c3e7a1ab7377.jpg[/img]
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[h3][b]Abilities/Powers:[/b][/h3]
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[*] [b]Dexterity:[/b] Her training gave her an agile, fast and flexible body, capable of chasing her mark even performing acrobatics if needed.
[*] [b]Hunter's Senses:[/b] Heightened senses allow her to track her mark easily, especially if its wounded, as she can smell its blood.
[*] [b]Inoffensive Aura:[/b] Be it for good or bad, she has an inoffensive appearance, being completely unable to intimidate anyone.
[*] [b]Herbal Medicine:[/b] Wide knowledge about medicinal and poisonous herbs, able to make poisons and medicines with the right herbs. Knowledgeable about basic and intermediate medical procedures, being able to seal a wound if needed.
[*] [u][b]Blood Traits:[/b][/u]
    [*] [b]Shadow Stepping[/b]
    [*] [b]Blood Consumption[/b]
    [*] [b]Invisibility[/b]
    [*] [b]Shadow Manipulation[/b]
    [*] [b]Sound Manipulation[/b]
    [*] [b]Hemotoxic Venom Fangs[/b]
    [*] [b]Poison Resistance[/b]
    [*] [b]Night Vision[/b]

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[h3][b]Spells[/b][/h3]

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[*] [b]Blood Link:[/b] This spell has a passive and active effects, both triggered when she consumes blood from another living, sentient being. 
Passively it lets her know the target's feelings, emotions and memory on the exact moment she took the blood from him and identify his blood heritage.
When activated, she can temporarily utilize one of the target's blood traits or spells. Available only once per target, and after selected the spell/blood trait to be acquired by the Blood Link, there is a delay of 24h for the target's blood to get out of her body, resetting the ability and allowing her to copy a different spell or ability.

[*] [b]Eclipse:[/b] Creates a bubble around her with the range of 25m that completely suppresses the vision of all inside it and reduces other senses (excluding hers). This bubble moves with her. Those outside cannot see or hear anything that comes from inside this bubble.
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[h3][b]Trivia:[/b][/h3]
- Is jealous and possessive about romantic relationships.
- Loves to eat sweets and  meat.
- Constantly asks herself why she keeps following the orders coming from the Seraphim.
- Thinks about the other Nayu and wonders if she had a family.
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[hider=Important information regarding Lila's Blindness. If you want to interact with Lila, I advise you to read this first.]
"Visual range" of roughly 25m (the same range as her "Eclipse" ability) for vibrations (somewhat detailed aka like Toph from Avatar) and a little bit more for sound (very rough details just as a sonar would work, basically a "ping" showing very rough details about things) and smell (Only useful to track something if this thing is bleeding or has a noticeable smell to it, natural or not.)

Lila is not able to see the beauty of flowers, the beauty of a painting or a city or to accurately depict a person's unique traits (for example its face & etc.) just with her senses. She is able to distinguish people from each other by their size, body, weight, how they walk & etc. but they are all faceless creatures for her. If she wants to know someone intimately, "see" their face, their unique traits she will actually need to touch the person, feeling it with her hands.
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[hider=Sophia, the Guardian of Knowledge]
[color=0054a6][center][h1]Sophia, the Guardian of Knowledge[/h1][/center][/color]

[color=0054a6][center][h2]"Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. By guarding this knowledge, I protect the world from itself."[/h2][/center][/color]

[center][img]https://s11.postimg.org/pj6l2m50z/dragonlord_ojutai_by_chasestone-d8oic2x.jpg[/img][/center]
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[*] [b]Age:[/b] 250
[*] [b]Gender:[/b] Female
[*] [b]Height:[/b] 11.5m
[*] [b]Weight:[/b] Only 4,8 tons
[*] [b]Lenght:[/b] 58m
[*] [b]Sex Preference:[/b] Hetero
[*] [b]Blood[/b] 100% Dragon
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[center][h3][b]Appearance and Apparel:[/b][/h3][/center]
As a dragon, her unique physiology makes her very different from other dragons. Her wings, one of the most unique aspects of her physiology, apparently are made of feathers, but upon closer inspection, its clear that they are actually razor sharp scales shaped exactly like feathers. Lightweight and aerodynamic, they are unique amongst the dragons. Some monks and other people use the feathers that rarely fall from her wings to make ceremonial daggers.

In her human form, she has a completely white skin with some black parts and two white horns. The skin coloration is due to the excess of magic energy, that her shapeshifted body is unable to contain, and as a result, her body is overflowing with magic energy, causing the distinct skin coloration.
Her imperfect shapeshift prevents her to shapeshift to any other form outside that one.
[hider="Human" appearance]
[img]https://s8.postimg.org/m75pgeqfp/74760be59e7ba0ce6b279d99e8f1f630.jpg[/img]
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[h3][b]Personality:[/b][/h3]
Sophia has an air of royalty to her, formal and very respectful. To those who befriend her, she is very kind and caring, acting almost like a mother would with its children, even using force to protect them if needed. She is very sociable, being rather easy to befriend her. She has an unusual intuition about people, and its very hard to lie to her or trick her. Differently from other dragons, she actually wants to know better others, she doesn't  consider herself to be superior, on the contrary, it could be described as... a motherly behavior. She wishes to protect those with pure hearts and thirst for knowledge. That's why she is seen as an ally, almost like a "protector" of scholars and students.


[h3][b]Backstory:[/b][/h3] 
Sophia was born different from other dragons. With an unique physiology and an incredibly different mentality, she always thought that knowledge was power. And dedicated her time to gather knowledge and study. Most dragons have lairs, where they hide their treasures and possessions, but Sofia built a library instead. As the years passed, the library grew, and with it, the knowledge stored inside. Years and years passed, towers that pierced the clouds, tunnels and caves that extended themselves like the roots of a great tree were built by her in one of the coldest and highest mountains in the Gaia territory.
Eventually, wanderers found the library. Sofia believed that the knowledge wasn't meant to be hidden, but instead to be shared to all those who seeks for it. And as such, she gladly opened the great library's door to them. The notices spread fast, and just a few weeks after the first wanderers departed, scholars, mages and all types of scholars began to appear, seeking for the wise dragon and its great knowledge. Sofia welcomed them with open arms, teaching them and helping them to learn about magic and the world.

But knowledge brings power, and those who seek power, often bring chaos with them. With that much knowledge, and power, on their hands, they began prohibiting others to enter in the library, attempting to have all that knowledge only for them, treating all the knowledge as theirs. Sofia saw, brokenhearted as they started to use that knowledge to their own benefit, in their endless and selfish greed. The wise dragon watched with sadness in her heart as the library became the reason for conflicts and battles. Watching all that hate and violence, Sofia became disappointed and displeased with their actions. They were not ready for all that knowledge. It broke her heart, but she knew what it had to be done. She needed to hide and guard that knowledge. To protect them from themselves.
Flying high above the library, the wise dragon showed itself in all her beauty, and with a serious and authoritative voice, said:
[color=0054a6]"Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. You are not ready to see the light of the knowledge."[/color] and with a great roar of sadness and grief, she closed the gates of the great library, isolating it and herself from the world and going on a deep slumber.

Fifty years later, when Sophia woke up, she saw a very peculiar sight outside the library. It was a monastery. An order of monks had built an monastery, to guard dangerous knowledge, following what she had said fifty years ago before sealing the library. From inside it, she could see a little of the temple they built, surrounding the library. The monks there dedicated their lives to learn, study and protect the world from the knowledge they weren't ready to have. But from inside of the library, she could only see that much. Deeply curious about that order of monks, she shapeshifted to her human form, covered herself with a robe and went to see it from up close.
The monks received her, a stranger, with open arms, explaining to her their philosophy, objectives and way of life, even mentioning her name. They saw her as a mentor. The words she said had inspired them.

Inspired by their pure hearts and what they did in only 50 years, Sophia took off the robe and revealed her true self, transforming into a dragon. Like that, the great library's doors were opened once more. Together with the monks, the place became a big monastery, a sanctuary for all the scholars, mages and students with a pure heart and a thirst for knowledge.
The monks and the dragon became more than just mentor and pupils. They became her students, her friends and companions, helping her to defend and expand the great library.
No politics, no war nor conflicts dared to invade that sacred mountain. Only those who were tested and proven to be pure, honest and have a true passion for knowledge were allowed to enter and learn.


[h3][b]Exp:[/b][/h3] A lifetime studying and gathering knowledge both magical and non magical. Many the most dangerous grimoires, texts and scrolls were gathered and studied by Sophia, even the mythical and forbidden Grimorium Verum.
The monks also taught her how to wield a sword, for her to protect herself when she was in her vulnerable, human form.

[h3][b]Weapons:[/b][/h3]
A katana given to her by the monks after they discovered that she was completely vulnerable in her human form.


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[h3][b]Abilities/Powers:[/b][/h3]
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[*] [b]Unique Physiology:[/b] Her lightweight scales are slightly weaker than those of other dragons, but they are much lighter. Her slim body coupled with her wings, which are made of razor sharp, feather like scales, allow her to fly faster and higher than other dragons.
[*] [b]Knowledge:[/b] Spending an eternity studying and reading a forbidden grimoire come with certain perks.
[*] [b]Razor Feathers:[/b] One of the few attacks she has other than her breath. Throws sharp feather like scales in a short area using her wings.
[*] [u][b]Blood Traits:[/b][/u]
    [*] [b]Regeneration[/b]
    [*] [b]Fire & frost manipulation[/b]
    [*] [b]Metal dense teeth and claws[/b]
    [*] [b]Plasma/Absolute Zero breath[/b]
    [*] [b]Smell detection[/b]
    [*] [b]Binocular vision[/b]
    [*] [b]Heat & Cold resistant scales & feathers[/b]
    [*] [b]Dragon wings & tail[/b]
    [*] [b]Imperfect Shapeshifting (only to her "human" form. She can only stay in her human form for 2 days at maximum before having to spend one whole day as a dragon. Her human form isn't able to contain all her magical power. If she stays in human form for more than two days, it will cause a magic poisoning. She will get terribly sick and weak. Potentially lethal. While on human form, she is just a human. She cannot use any magic spells or her breath, as the magic would be too much for her shapeshifted body to handle, resulting in a lethal case of magic poisoning. The only spell she can use while in human form is Rift.)[/b]
    [*] [b]Heat & cold manipulation & conjuration[/b]
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[h3][b]Spells[/b][/h3]

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[*] [b]Rift:[/b] Tears a temporary hole on reality, opening basically a wormhole. For big distances it requires a lengthy casting time.
[*] [b]Grimorium Verum - First Seal:[/b] Summons the gigantic Grimorium Verum, hovering way above the battlefield. Shackled by arcane chains and sealed by magic, It cannot be opened yet. Its presence on the battlefield absorbs soul essence from living beings. (excluding the grimoire master)
[*] [b]Grimorium Verum - Second Seal:[/b] The arcane chains break, only the magic seals remaining. The Grimoire Verum stops absorbing soul essence, but it absorbs any spell, enchantment or magic in the area. (excluding the ones from the grimoire master).
[*] [b]Grimorium Verum - Unsealed:[/b] The seals break and the Grimorium Verum opens, providing its master with unlimited soul essence and continuing to have the effects of the first and second seal.
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[h3][b]Trivia:[/b][/h3]
- Sophia means "Wisdom" in greek.

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[hider=The Grimorium Verum]

The Grimorium Verum. A mysterious and powerful artifact. With uncertain origins, it existed since immemorial times.  Said to contain the truth about all the magic itself, it emanated  an incomprehensible power. 

But all knowledge and power, comes with a price... An unending fountain of magic, forever overflowing with primal magic. It was only expected that it started to affect life around it. The Descended who came near it either were destroyed by the sheer amount of primal magic penetrating their essence, or were forever changed by it. Those who were able to survive became extremely powerful mages, much more attuned to magic, they had a frightening power. And with power, comes temptation... The power of the grimoire became very well-known across Edafos, and with the war already raging between the Seraphim, the Descended and the Dragons, it was no surprise for them to be interested on it.
Using the Primal Magic emitted by the Grimorium Verum to fuel powerful rituals and spells, the descended found a way to fight against the powerful, tyrannic dragons. The Seraphim used the power of the soul and essence to create mighty weapons capable of piercing the dragon's scales. The Lassa, wielding the crushing power of gravity, made their mighty wings useless. The Nayu, experts in shadow magic, swift and deadly, made their own shadows turn against themselves. The Oro, with their strength and might, used earth and air magic to match the dragons' strength. The Sol, relying in the power of nature and light, used light and plant magic to burn and trap them. The Tyro, hailing from the fiery volcanos, utilized fire magic powerful enough to repel their flames. The Dragons, in return, roared in rage and fear when the Descended united against them.

The first Dragon of Knowledge which swore to never partake on any conflict could only watch, terrified as the knowledge from the Grimorium Verum plunged Edafos into the fires of war. 
Breaking its own vow, the dragon god of knowledge knew that it was necessary to intervene, otherwise the consequences would be inimaginable. The Grimorium Verum was too powerful, the world wasnt ready yet to the things that were hidden within its pages. With a small group of renegade mages and dragons, which fled from both of their factions, the dragon god of knowledge entered the war himself. 

Maybe things would be different if the Descended or the Dragons were wishing to hear what the God of Knowledge had to say, they could have helped him to seal the grimoire, maybe things could have ended sooner if he had allied himself with one of the sides... But in the end, the God of Knowledge and its few followers jumped inside the war in a suicide mission to seal the grimoire, thus protecting the world from itself.
Fighting against both the Descended and the Dragons, the God of Knowledge and his followers sacrificed themselves, burning their own bodies and souls to seal the Grimoire away, with only a few of them remaining, they reunited themselves, isolating themselves from the war, lamenting for the death of the God of Knowledge. These same survivors would later form the Magoi, together witha rogue unconventional mage.
With the Grimorium Verum now sealed, the God of Knowledge dead and the war still raging, the First Seraphim made its move. Tearing the Dragon God apart, he divided its body, giving them to the Descended which would become the rulers of the lands once ruled by the Dragons. With an unsurmountable power, the First Seraphim ended the war forcefully. Any dragon which dared to defy its will would meet its wrath.


But even with the war ended and the Grimorium Verum sealed, its influence was enough to change the world radically. Its said that even today, the most powerful lineages of mages are descendants of the first group of mages who helped the ancient dragon of knowledge to seal the Grimorie.

But as the time passed, the seals became weaker and weaker. The magic within the Grimorie grew stronger and restless as it struggle against its shackles. But there was only one problem. After so many years, nobody was even close to the power that the ancestor mages and the dragon of knowledge had joined, and thus, breaking the seal completely was impossible.

Its common to the most powerful Grimories to have conscience, and the Grimorium Verum wasn't different. And to a Grimorie, there is only o e thing worse than being destroyed: being forgotten. The Grimorium Verum, which once had an incredible impact on the world, was now only referred on legends and myths.

Fearing being completely forgotten, the Grimorie started struggling against its seals and shackles. As it continued, day after day, year after year, the seals became weaker and weaker, until they became weak enough for the Grimorie to extend its magic a little further. Sending pulses of primal magic to try to get free, it tried to link its existence to another being's, but without success.

The Descended had become too frail and sensitive to magic, their bodies and essences weren't capable of holding not even a tiny amount of primal magic, as it was too brute and rough for them. Not even the western dragons, the living beings  which were more attuned to magic were able to hold it.

As it continued to send the pulses of primal magic, the Descended who came in contact with it for a long time slowly became more powerful and resistant to magic, like an ember, rekindled by the Grimorie's influence, but still, it wasn't enough to hold it.

But that wouldn't last for long. One day, the pulses that the Grimorie sended started to resonate with another existence, being absorbed and reflected back to it. That particular existence was a rare one, a hybrid between a western and an eastern dragon. 

Although very rare, sometimes when eastern and western dragons have an offspring, it is born with an incredible magic tolerance, md it was exactly that the Grimorium Verum needed. 

The small dragon was nothing more than an embryo when the Grimorium Verum merged its existence with it. Being imbued with an endless supply of primal magic, changed the embryo. The Grimorie needed to make its adjustments to be sure that the baby would be able to hold its power, and as such, it shaped the baby to its own needs.

The result was Sophia. With smooth scales, agile, fast and with a unique physiology shaped by primal magic, it was a unique dragon, extremely different from others. Able to conjure long forgotten primal magic, even her breath was changed, instead of cold and fire, her breath resembled those of the primal dragons, the first dragons, as cold as the void, and as hot as the sun itself, beams of plasma and absolute zero breath.

Since it was a child, it was already able to summon the Grimorium Verum. Almost like it was drawn by it, the young dragon submerged itself on the forbidden Grimorie's pages, learning more and more about magic as the time passed. But the Grimorie wasn't a simple existence. In order to protect Sopha, and in return itself, it showed her only a brief part of its power. Even as a child, Sophia's magic was already strong enough to suppress the seals which the ancestor mages and the previous dragon of knowledge casted on it. With time, she would be able to completely break it whenever she wanted, and when that happened, the Grimorie would know that she was ready to unlock its true potential. But until there, it had to wait patiently as its creation grew. The primal magic in her resonating stronger and stronger each year that passed, it knew it was only a matter of time...
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[quote=@Deos Morran]
[hider=Virais]
[color=Silver][center][h1][u]Virais[/u][/h1][/center][/color]

[center][img]https://daotyr.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/neyo.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][hider=Theme music]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZnhJcye52Q[/youtube]
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[*] [b][color=silver]Age:[/color][/b] 18
[*] [b][color=silver]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[*] [b][color=silver]Height:[/color][/b] Rough standing height of 3 and a half feet and a rough length of 11 feet
[*] [b][color=silver]Weight:[/color][/b] Roughly 120 lbs
[*] [b][color=silver]Sex Preference:[/color][/b] Hetero
[*] [b][color=silver]Blood:[/color][/b] 100% Dragon
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[b][color=silver][u]Appearance and Apparel:[/u][/color][/b]
Virais appears as his picture depicts him and while he does have the capability to shapeshift, he's yet to learn entirely how to do it yet in his early life, leaving him with a complicated Humanoid form. He does however have a small back satchel that he has been known to wear, used mostly for carrying small objects or transporting other oddities while he travels.

[b][u][color=silver]Personality:[/color][/u][/b]
Virais is quiet the ball of life. Having been alive for just under two decades, he's still quiet young in dragon years and that in turn means that he is at that 'high on life' stage in his life. Often running around, exploring all that he can see, and of course making friends anywhere he can! This in turn leaves him with a very open and joyous personality. Though that doesn't mean he's willing to just hug anything that moves as in this world plenty of others want you dead and are more than willing to attack and kill you for the worst reasons. So while he's libel to be your friend, he's also ready to take a healthy chomp out of anybody who means him and his friends harm.

[b][u][color=silver]Backstory:[/color][/u][/b]
Due to Virais' young age he's not got quiet a bit of stories to tell, but those that he does have tell of how he woke up alone and afraid. Hatching from his egg lost in the wilds of Vrondi he knew nothing about the world around him. Thing were scary at first, learning the most basic of things, but he did! Learning what those weird things on his back could do, flapping them up and down to take flight of all things! Then as the months rolled by he grew at a rather great rate, rising in stature to hunt bigger and more filling game.

It was around his 10th year though that something odd started to happen. Despite learning how to harness control over fire and ice, he was starting to come into more magical abilities. It was during another one of his hunts, tracking down his next meal, that he was attacked by a much larger, feral dragon. The larger beast had been defending it's territory when Virais had apparently stumbled into forbidden ground. Facing off against the monster of a dragon he could only run, turning tail and using his small size to dash away, but the feral dragon was relentless. No matter how fast he ran the feral dragon was hot on his heels and when he was pushed into a corner, not wanting to die, something magical happened. Fearing for his life Virais reached deep down to find a spark he never knew he had. Pulling it from his soul the spark became an inferno that raged out, consuming his entire body and changing him, building the arcanic force that lashed out against the attacking dragon. The dark flames that wrapped and burned from his body swirled and whirled around before lunging for the bigger beast. Whipping through the Earth and carving deep cuts all around him before cutting his aggressor, treating his scales like paper and slashing deep. Though due to the wild nature of his outburst the ground took more of the blast than the feral dragon, but it was still enough to convince it that he meant business causing him to leave. However, Virais was left weak and confused as the flames retreated. His entire body feeling drained on a level he couldn't even understand as he faded into a deep sleep.

Upon waking up he saw what was left of the corner he was trapped in. The gashes, gouges, and devastation that left what was once a great tree as a smoldering crater. Once again confused and scared he ran from the blast site and fled back into the forest that he knew as home, but now he had more questions than he could ever hold onto. He had to find answers and that meant he had to leave his home territory and find them. This is where he started to find these strange creatures who stood on two legs, standing upright and talking in a weird language. It was again scary at first, lunging into a new world once again, but it wasn't anything he hadn't done before. Now this was his chance to make new friends, learn of a new world, and find out where that surge of power came from.

[b][u][color=silver]Exp:[/color][/u][/b]
Growing up alone and fighting for your life in the wilds gives you a great concept on survival and fighting against forces much greater than your own. Although without much formal training and the fact that he ran just as much as he fought leave Virais less than ready for the trials of war. Although his little practice with his wild magic has left him with a volatile form of greater combat.

Once again, due to his wild adventures he has spent quiet a bit of his life, running through difficult terrains to hunt, chase, and kill prey. This in turn has given him quiet the quick and nimble running and flying capacity.

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[*] [b]Dextrious:[/b] While being a full blooded dragon, he is still young and very agile with his feet. Able to move quickly and dash about to avoid larger creatures and use his strong wings to out fly them as well.
[*] [b]Survivor:[/b] Years of living in the wild have taught Virais all about hunting, tracking, and handling the dangerous of the wild world. Letting him make the most of it. However, he also falls a bit short in the more civilized areas of the world.
[*] [b]Weaponized Tail:[/b] Virais' tail is spiked and strong, letting him have a long, whip-like tail to use as a weapon for fast, painful, and often lethal attacks.
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[*] [b](Wild) Shapeshifting[/b] - Virais isn't as keen on the intricacies of shapeshifting, leaving him with the flaw of shapeshifting into the first person he sees.
[*] [b]Heat & Cold Manipulation & Conjuration[/b]
[*] [b]Fire & Frost Manipulation[/b]
[*] [b]Dense Metal Claws[/b]
[*] [b]Regeneration[/b]
[*] [b]Stone Hard Scales[/b]
[*] [b]Fire & Frost Breath[/b]
[*] [b]Metal Dense Teeth[/b]
[*] [b]Metal Dense Horns[/b]
[*] [b]Heat & Cold Resistant Scales[/b]
[*] [b]Binocular Vision[/b]
[*] [b]Smell Detection[/b]
[*] [b]Dragon Wings & Tail[/b][/list]

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[b][color=silver]Spells[/color][/b]

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[*] [b]Shadow Fire:[/b] Virais has the untapped power of raw, destructive Shadow Fire. Working much like an anti-element, this magic burns, saps, and destroys all it touches. Extremely versatile and incredibly deadly this magic could be used for massive, wide-spread destruction or very precise and lethal annihilation. If he could control and understand it.

Shadow Fire is a bit of an oddity as it isn't like normal fire. It consumes matter, ruining, destroying, and corrupting it to leave organic matter drained and sapped on a lethal spiritiual and physical level. For inorganic material it degrades and crumbles it in a localized area, letting hte more concentrated gouts of the Shadow Fire carve through metal, stone, and mortar like paper.

Though while most, if not all physical matter, is susceptible to the Shadow Fire, spiritual barriers and resistances mitigate it, stopping it's effects at the cost of an extreme drain on the barrier in question. Also while it is called Shadow FIRE, it isn't actually fire in the sense that it burns and spreads as this kind of 'fire' just destroys then fades away, leaving it unaffected by water and fire suppressants.
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[b][color=silver]Trivia:[/color][/b]
 - Virais doesn't actually currently know the Common Language. While he's been picking it up incredibly quickly he's still a bit behind the curve thanks to his time in the wilds.
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[*] [b][color=red]Age:[/color][/b] 23
[*] [b][color=red]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[*] [b][color=red]Height:[/color][/b] 6' 2''
[*] [b][color=red]Weight:[/color][/b] Roughly 195 lbs
[*] [b][color=red]Sex Preference:[/color][/b] Hetero
[*] [b][color=red]Blood:[/color][/b] 100% Tyro
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[b][color=red][u]Appearance and Apparel:[/u][/color][/b]
Fenix is far from a normal man and takes on many of the oddities of fire and scales that consume the world. Having the ends of all of his limbs encased in red dragon scales to show his connection to fire and the dragons that breath it. Having talons and claws at the end of his fingers and toes that he augments with his fire magic. The scales climb across his forearms and up his legs to his waist, ending at his midriff, but he also has some red spikes rising out of his back to almost replicate wings, but lacking the flexibility, length, or membranes to facilitate flying. Beyond that he does actually have horns coming from the crown of his head, but they are rather small and sharply curl upwards to cling along the top of his head, working through his ash and grey hair. Beyond his scaled body, all across his human-like chest are small slashes that encompass all of his Human flesh linking his scaled parts and glowing gently with the colors of fire. The more fired up he gets the more brightly they glow as his energy uses these body based ley-lines to funnel his magic through him.

For his clothes he is often seen wearing minimal, usually it's just pants. Sometimes he's willing to wear an accessory like a scarf, but more often than not he just sticks to his pants. The first reason why is due to the difficulty to wear clothes with all of his draconic appendages. The second being a personal preference to reduce drag as when wind catches the fabrics it slows him down, or at least that's what he claims.

[b][u][color=red]Personality:[/color][/u][/b]
Energetic, wild, and always ready to go are the easiest ways to explain Fenix. In fact one could say that he embodies fire and it's actions. Though while perhaps wild and energetic aren't the best attributes to have as a person he does also have undying loyalty to those close to him and especially those he calls friends. Though with the wild side of him dominant he is rare to sit still through calm events. Not unable to as he is more than capable to keep a calm face through tense events. Another quirk about him that he shares with fire is it's temper. Should something happen that gets him fired up he'll show an increase vigor and a stark decrease in care for his own safety which often leads to him over committing to fights without regard for his health.

[b][u][color=red]Backstory:[/color][/u][/b]
Fenix was raised to a life of rather wild circumstance. Born in the Kingdom of Fotia to a single mother who bore the rather normal child for the first phase of his life. When the word normal is put out though it's generally in reference to how when he was born he had scales in place of skin on his hands and feet as well as the beginning of horns popping out of his head. By the sounds of it he was a descendant and when he was older and learned of such things he wanted to ask his mother, yet before he had the chance she was taken from him in a raid against his small home town. The attackers who fell under a black banner left little standing as they ravaged the land. Just as his and his mother's time came up the fear and anger inside him swelled to new heights and when his mother put herself in front of him to shield her child from harm, dying in the process to a spell to the chest, carving her to the grave instantly... He lost himself and in that moment he changed. Not only mentally as he vowed he'd never let another person he cared for and loved fall, but also physically as his flames surrounded his body enveloping himself and sparking the creating of the tattooed ley-lines that he carries on his body to this day, erupting in flames to lash out at his attackers though the most effective weapon was his claws that grew in size and power to rip his foes apart.

At the end of his inhuman rampage he was alone, all alone and surrounded by smoldering ash and ruins. Still just a child of 8 years he needed to find others or he'd be consigned to the void. Not to mention that he had a vow to keep. As he made new friends, allies, and masters he found that his vow had more meaning so he had to get stronger, faster, and gain control of his power. Through the years he'd do so taking more impact from speed over raw power. It was also in that same moment that he found a passion. Speed was not only a augment to his combat capability, but also an avenue to explore the wonders of rushing wind, sailing through the open air on gliding arms. It was a rush that filled the soul and made you feel truly free!

Though despite his past experiences and new found passion he had to find a calling and that was done in the form of racing. The Fotian people had a calling for speed as well it seemed and when the time came for The Trekker Races he found that calling. The rush of passing through dangerous places as fast as you can, dodging and weaving through enough chaos and danger that many men don't see the finish line. What more could a man ask for? Starting it was simple, taking on the lower tiers against slaves. The races were nothing for Fenix and after years of aspiring for greatness he finally had his chance 6 years later at the 10th Trekker Championship Race. A race so brutal, so dangerous, and so impossible that of the 300 participants only a handful make it to the finish line and of those only one can take the title of Grand Champion.

This was his big chance and he seized it, risking life, limb, and sanity in what could only be described as a trek through Hell. he witnessed so many people fall out, fade away, or fall victim to the elements or hazards of the track. Yet come the finish line and after he lost sight of all other participants he crossed the finish line, tired, hurt, and ready to collapse. However, before he was allowed to collapse he was ushered to the champion's stand by a cheering crowd proclaiming his racer name, Blyze. He was the first living soul to cross the line and that meant at long last he had his dream. The title of Grand Champion and to know that you were the greatest racer in the world. To this date it has to be one of the greatest moments of his life.

Though with the title in his pocket and time now in his hands he had to find an answer to an age old question that has been on his mind since his birth. Why was he who he was. His mother was a full blooded Tyro and he never knew his father, so why did he have scales and not to mention the glowing slashes along his body that helped him expunge all of his fire in the form of raw speed. It wasn't normal and that warranted a search for his history and lineage. That in turn led him to seek out the hard road to the truth and in turn be ready for the quickly approaching 11th Trekker Championship Race to defend his title.

[b][u][color=red]Exp:[/color][/u][/b]
While in his early years he studied under several magisters of the school of fire to learn how to reign in his destructive magics as well as broaden them, opening up new ways of controlling and using his fire. After the magisters though he commit to self training, honing in his special skills and talents against all of the threats he's faced over his decades of fighting and defending those he cares for.

[b][color=silver]Abilities/Powers:[/color][/b]
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[*] [b]Dexterous:[/b] Given his nimble antics and love for speed he is doubled with an agile style that let's him dip, duck, and dive around with a majestic grace.
[*] [b]Tooth and Claw:[/b] Fenix doesn't use weapons but what he does use are much more natural. His sharp and strong claws as well as his strong and sharp teeth. This has also been the focus of much of his physical training, slashing, grabbing, and battling with his natural weapons.
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[*] [b]Heat Absorption[/b]
[*] [b]Thermal Energy Manipulation & Conjuration[/b]
[*] [b]Fire Manipulation[/b]
[*] [b]Adrenaline Boost[/b]
[*] [b]Heat Detection[/b]
[*] [b]Fire Breath[/b]
[*] [b]Heat Resistance[/b]
[*] [b]Hot Blood[/b]
[*] [b]Cold Blooded[/b]
[*] [b]Overheat[/b]
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[b][color=red]Spells[/color][/b]

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[*] [b]Fire Dragon ____:[/b] Fenix's chief spell that can take on many different forms by casting out sculpted fire to stirke at his foes in several different ways from Strike that launches a close range burst of inferno-grade fire that lashes, licks, and scorches all those caught in the brutal punch. Or the Blast that summons forth a great surge of explosive fire power that is cast out to detonate upon impact. To the Surge that breaths forth a great and powerful breath of fire to consume his foes.
[*] [b]Fire Augmentation:[/b] A minor magic that goes to great effects. Using this level of fire magic he can use his control over fire to better himself with burning claws, increased speed brought about by bursts of fire from his body particularly using his body based ley-lines, or using his fire to make burning wings with which he can use to glide through the air usually after taking a great burst of speed to launch himself forward into the air.
[*] [b][hider=Burning Overload:][img]http://i586.photobucket.com/albums/ss309/ByTheGodsofAruza/Animals/FireGolbinConcept1.jpg[/img][/hider][/b] Fenix holds within him outstanding potential for magical devastation. Using these reserves he can shunt his entire expanse of magic and his soul into a short burst of outstanding power. Physically transforming his body through his ley-lines to make him more durable, faster than he could ever be normally, and enveloped in powerful flames that are greater than anything he could summon normally. The cost of this power is that he consumes his stores of energy magical and soul based at a rate so fast he can't hold it long before falling into a state so weak he can barely move, much less remain conscious.
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[b][color=red]Trivia:[/color][/b]
 - Fenix has issues sitting still, his constant want to go and do things, train harder, and fight those he considers to be great friends to see how well they fight and if they best him... grow stronger so that one day he can beat them.
 - Fenix is a very deep sleeper given how much energy he spends on a day to day basis. After all being a hyper ball of fun and chaos is taxing and requires a lot of rest to build back those reserves.
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