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[h1][color=gold]Alexander,"Lex" Stone[/color][/h1]
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[u]Species[/u]: Human
[u]Gender[/u]: Male
[u]Maturity[/u]: 26
[u]Origin[/u]: Earth
[u]Possessions[/u]: His last pack of cigarettes and a butane lighter

[u]Abilities[/u]: [I]Flame Sprite Pact[/i] - Due to the circumstances of his summoning to the world of Aion, Lex and Enya, a desperate flame sprite have formed a "partnership" of sorts. Their partnership has formed a strong empathic link between the two allowing them to feel the presence of one another. For instance, if Enya traveled 3 miles west of Lex, he would be able to feel where she is, but it would be up to him to define the distance and direction based on an innate feeling. The two can also discern when they are feeling a strong emotion such as stress, pain, or even excitement.

[I]Possession/"The Next Level"[/I] - Enya is able to possess Lex's body, allowing him to use pyromancy to a higher degree than even herself. During this possession, her physical body vanishes in sparks of red/orange. She then assimilates with Lex's being, transforming him into a fiery elemental form. In this form he can utilize pyromancy and create constructs of fire to wield as weapons in battle. Lex often gives way to his emotions as they seem to become more volatile in this state.

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[u]Description[/u]: Before being plunged into the fantasical world of Aion, Lex had played his part in a fantasical world of his own as fantasy comic book artist. Writing hadn't been his strong suit, but bringing someone's literature to life was a passion of his. There were the stressors, such as meeting tight deadlines and the expected critiques of his art style which made him lean on cigarette smoking. 

It was a good life, but he always wanted something more. Perhaps if he could experience a magical world and the  people in it like the ones he drew up. Interestingly enough, an idea struck him from out of nowhere. An idea for a character he wanted to sketch came to him. It was a bit random, but [I]she[/I] was stuck in his mind. He had to draw her. It didn't have to be fancy. Just a pencil and paper. It was simply a fleeting thought, right? After so many carefully place lines and adequate shading… he had not finished. Instead, he called it a night and decided to get some sleep instead. He'd deal with woman tomorrow.

If only he knew the truth to that. When Lex awoke, he was no longer in his bed or Earth for that matter. Lex was in Aion, and he would meet the woman he had failed to sketch quite soon.

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[h1][color=silver]Jaelhorn Dragan[/color]
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[u]Species[/u]: Human
[u]Gender[/u]: Male
[u]Maturity[/u]: Adult

[u]Origin[/u]: Aion 
[u]Possessions[/u]: Royal Scepter of House Dragon - A powerful gold gem-covered artifact passed down Dragon bloodline and only usable by those within the very bloodline. The Scepter appears to be nothing more than an accessory, but the Scepter possesses the ability to amplify magical energies. Even someone less than a novice can conjure formidable spells with this weapon. Nowadays it is simply used to show off a priceless artifact to the plebians that get the chance to even lay eyes on it. 
[u]Abilities[/u]: Jaelhorn is ill-practiced in magecraft despite his heritage. His true power only being that of his authority over his empire. He knows a few basic spells for his convenience.

[u]Description[/u]: The Hume Empire has never in its history had an Emperor of the likes of Jaelhorn Dragan. He is incompetence personified and had achieved his position only due to the blood in his veins alone. His early life had been that of riches and anything he desired, spoiling the child and eventually creating an unfit childish ruler. Second and third order of effects mattered not to him. As long as he felt safe in his position, all else could wither and perish under his rule. If a rebellion were to be birthed it would likely be under his rule due to the many mistakes and foolishness Jaelhorn bore.

But this would come to a halt when Emperor fainted while seated on his majestic throne during the horrid events the Witch had produced. His help and advisor ran to his side, hoping their emperor did not fall to illness or worse yet, assassination… well maybe only a few. With a gasp, Emperor Jaelhorn awoke, alive and healthy, yet without his own mind. Instead, the taker of his body was a young reincarnated intern who had lost his life too soon when a disgruntled worker came into the office with a gun. Damon, as he was once known by, was shot dead as he walked out of the elevator with hands full of coffee orders made by those he worked with.

Now he's… Wait where was he? And why were these people looking at him like they were? AND WAIT! Why was he fat?!
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