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(Dragon not included this time xD)

[h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2]

[color=82ca9d][b]Race:[/b][/color]
Gemminite
[color=82ca9d][b]Age:[/b][/color]
18
[color=82ca9d][b]Element(s):[/b][/color]
Air
[color=82ca9d][b]Height:[/b][/color]
5'5"

[color=82ca9d][b]Bio:[/b][/color]
Despite her early hardships, Sorrin is an incredibly sweet girl who has been raised by her aunt since she was the age of six. Having lost both her parents in a tragic accident, it was up to her father’s eldest sister, and neighbors of course, to look after the youngling in their absense. While she might not have been the sharpest kid of the group, she was certainly the kindest, not to mention her ability to light up anyone’s face with a smile.

Easily distracted by the world around her, Sorrin had a nasty habit of getting lost, running into things, or even leaving something behind. She never failed to remember the important things about another person, and would do her best to ensure the happiness of those around her… Even if she couldn’t do the same for herself. 

Unfortunately, her greatest flaw would undoubtedly be her caring and selfless nature. Incredibly gullible and quick to forgive, it is any wonder how she hasn’t been severely taken advantage of. Hurt an animal or a child, however, and you will meet a much different Sorrin indeed.

While she does her best to keep up a brave face for her loved ones, there are times where her trauma can be seen clearly through the cracks. It had been a particularly rainy season the year it happened, and the ground had grown too soft to support its own weight; so much so that it came rushing down the mountain side with the force of a river freed from its dam. The landslide damaged the house and trapped the family inside for several days until help arrived, though it arrived too late to save the gravely injured couple.

Sorrin did not make it out of the event unscathed, covered in cuts and bruises all over, but for the most part was okay physically. The same could not be said of her mind. Aside from underlying depression, Sorrin is afraid of the dark and is absolutely terrified of small, enclosed spaces. Whenever the nights get too dark for her liking, Sorrin’s only source of comfort is a song that her mother used to sing to her when she awoke from nightmares. And on moonless nights she can be heard humming or even singing it to herself in private, much too timid to ever sing in front of others.

[color=82ca9d][b]Other:[/b][/color]
N/A

[color=82ca9d][b]Adult Content Preference:[/b][/color]
I am smutty and have no boundaries. You may do with her as you please. ;)

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((BTW, wings not included with this model. XD At least not naturally grown.))
[h2][color=8493ca]Azilon “The Wraith” Dantanath[/color][/h2]

[color=8493ca][b]Race:[/b][/color]
Drakken

[color=8493ca][b]Age:[/b][/color]
150

[color=8493ca][b]Element(s):[/b][/color]
Water and Air

[color=8493ca][b]Height:[/b][/color]
6’11”

[color=8493ca][b]Bio:[/b][/color]
Azilon isn’t what you’d call a typical Drakken warrior. His love for war and battle is present but it is the method of which he chooses to go about it that differs so greatly from the others. It is because of these methods that he earned his title of ‘The Wraith” in one of several battles with a nearby nation, his name infamous among the warriors present at the time. While he has done more than enough to earn a bride in the princes’ eyes, Azilon has yet appear to collect on his prize.

Rumors surrounding the man spoke of a warrior who strayed from the main force to terrorize a smaller village a little out of their ways. When they had finally caught up with him, Azilon stood calmly among numerous bodies belonging to the villagers. Not a single drop of blood marked the Drakkan or his blades, rather it appeared as if the villagers had taken up arms and had attacked one another before killing themselves. Not very much is known about what actually happened and most don’t bother to ask, however, many agree that he is not someone to mess with lightly.

According to outside speculations Azilon’s patron god is Krenta, the Drakkan god of death, though it is unclear if he chooses to honor any of the others. That which is known about the man seems to indicate a complete lack of interest in cashing in on his rewards, caring little for his status and public appearances. He quite clearly displays a strong thirst for blood and love for killing, which is all really people care to know.

While there is plenty of rumor and speculation to go around about the young Drakkan, very little of it references his history. Most assume a strict but fairly common upbringing, others don’t care enough to think about it at all, but the reality of his childhood weaves an intense tale to say the least. Azilon’s disinterest, reluctance even, stems from a childhood spent under the thumb of a ruthless father. The boy was born to a water Gemmenite his father had earned, a survivor of a particularly harsh Reaping. Like most Gems, she had been ripped from her former life only to be thrust into the arms of a man that saw her as not much more than a toy, and took great pleasure in playing with her as such. It was while she was pregnant with Azilon that she attempted to flee but made little progress before she was caught, dragged back to her master to be chained in a dungeon even after Azilon had been born.

Being the son of a ‘traitor bride’, Azilon was regularly beaten to ensure his loyalty to his father. As he grew older, it became quite clear that he had inherited a more Gem-like physique than Drakkan leading his father to lock him away with his mother to avoid bringing shame to his name. Unable to escape the constant shrieking and crying of a woman slowly losing her mind, Azilon’s boredom and natural ferocity eventually got the better of him. In order to pass the time, which was nearly impossible to tell in the constant darkness, the boy resorted to torturing his own mother for entertainment. He eventually killed the woman which earned him a renewed place in his father’s eyes.

Despite this development, as soon as he was able, Azilon struck out to live on his own. He took up residence in one of the few forests Drakka owned, a twisted and hostile place known as Svartálfar Forest. This level of seclusion mixed with his sadistic killing methods added to his air of mystery, further fueling the rumors about him.

For the longest time Azilon had nothing comparable to a bride, having avoided most Reapings and rejecting the few his father did attempt to gift to him. Azilon did however fill his home with plenty of servants, nearly all of which came as a result of war conquests and the occasional Drakkan duel. Much to his disappointment, it seems his days of seclusion and near solitude have come to a close as a new face has wormed its way in. Having stumbled across a Gem whose husband befell a rather… unfortunate end… Azilon now finds himself the charge of a particularly odd girl by the name of Rya, whom he has agreed to her company for the time being.

[color=8493ca][b]Other:[/b][/color]
Azilon, at present, still has no official wives and no brides as he has not claimed Rya in any fashion. He also requires his household to pray to one or both of two gods: Krenta (god of death) and Norric (bringer of darkness/servant of the gods). 

[color=8493ca][b]Adult Content Preference:[/b][/color]
This guy will deff go to the PMs with willing parties. He bites.

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[h2][color=f26522]Aurora (“Ro”) Liesma[/color][/h2]

[color=f26522][b]Race:[/b][/color]
Gemmenite
[color=f26522][b]Age:[/b][/color]
18
[color=f26522][b]Element(s):[/b][/color]
Fire
[color=f26522][b]Height:[/b][/color]
5'7"

[color=f26522][b]Bio:[/b][/color]
Full of life and brimming with energy, Aurora's family was known for their bolder than average personalities and the fire behind their eyes. A lively bunch, she grew up surrounded by love and laughter, a sentiment readily spread to their neighbors and community. For the most part they were able to keep themselves in check, however, the Liesma family could be too bold for their own good and had pulled the eyes of a few Drakken passing through on more than one occasion.

Youngest of the Liesma children, Aurora was a much calmer soul than either of her brothers, and her sister especially. While Kasari would tustle and work alongside the boys, Aurora would cook and clean with her mother. It wasn’t as if she were a timid girl, for she could be just as stubborn and fierce as the rest of them, but she found herself quite content with her chores and busy work. She found them to be calming and at the end of the day, was happy enough to put a smile on her family’s faces.

Known for their performance arts, their town was filled to the brim with dancers and entertainers of all different kinds. Some would travel far from home to show off their skills, even representing their community at events held in the capitol. But once a year, they would all flock home in order to celebrate their elemental god, Pyrus. It was often a grand celebration for them and the town’s best performers were at its head. Among them every year was Aurora’s sister, moving so gracefully, exhibiting such strength… She was everything a daughter of Pyrus should have been, and Aurora couldn’t help but admire her. She couldn’t help but to envy her. Aurora was no slouch herself at their town’s dances, but she never could compare to his sister’s beauty and often wished to herself that she could grow up to be just like her. 

It was only a matter of time before their town would be chosen for reaping, and when that day came, so did the Reapers. She watched in horror as her sister was literally dragged away, fighting them the whole way. Their mother was crying, father attempting to console her, but it was her brothers that stood up. It didn’t do much good as they simply knocked the one down, the other quickly putting himself up as a shield before the youngest. Aurora was two years younger than her sister, not yet old enough to be taken but that fact would only save her once.

The following year their town would be chosen again for the Reaping, and Aurora would be among those torn from her family. They hadn’t even finished grieving the loss and death of their previous daughter and here they were being told they had to give up another. Fear and sorrow struck Aurora, rooting her to the spot. She was not quick enough to comply and had to be carried away in her shocked state.

Looking back as she was taken away, the image of her family in tears was the last thing she would ever see of them. Her mother collapsed on the ground, her father embracing her, and one of her brothers struggling to hold back the other from rushing after her. Such a sight broke her heart but she knew that if she were going to survive, she would have to stay strong… She couldn’t be like her sister… Aurora would have to be better.

[color=f26522][b]Other:[/b][/color]
Aurora is the younger sister of Kasari, a former (now deceased bride) of Zakroti.

[color=f26522][b]Adult Content Preferences:[/b][/color]
Take her to PMs, see what happens.

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