Polaris North

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Aw, I legitimately was enjoying reading this. I know I became kinda lost and just continued reading but it made me happy to see it keep on going. It's saddening to see this go.

Age Of Rising Horrors

Leonil Drestback

"Me? Kill? Please, I'm not interested in drawing blood unless given a reason to. Now leave before I make you."

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Name: Leonil Drestback

Species: Werewolf

Gender: Male

Age: 54 (looks around 25)

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Appearance: In his human form, Leonil has brown and moderately long hair that's usually messy. He has odd yet alluring yellow eyes which seems to glint under the moonlight. He exudes an air of intimidation which is couple with his 6 feet height. He has a rather muscular build which is mostly because he loves training outside of his werewolf form since he knows that he'll most likely be attacked (when found out) in the day so what use would his werewolf form be when he can't even transform into it? He owns a number of human clothing because he accidentally destroys his old ones because of his transformations. However, he manages to keep a magical necklace given to him by his mother even after he transforms. He likes showing his face no matter what and abhors being hidden.

In his werewolf form, he rises to a height of 6'4" and is bulkier than most of his late family. Despite this, he still keeps his above average speed. He seems to have gray fur in this form. If one were to look closely, he has multiple scars littered all over his body and a particularly nasty gash on his backside.

Personality: Leonil, unlike most of his fellow werewolves, did not immediately or ever take part in needless scaring of the humans. He viewed them as interesting creatures and would rather live with them peacefully rather than fighting them - though it seems to be mostly one-sided. His views make him isolated in the werewolf community but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Though it's been relatively known that Leonil doesn't share the same disdain as he still welcomes any werewolf who wants to seek an audience with him unless they wish to harm him. Vampires are also welcome to interact with him so long as they don't plan to use him. He takes an interest in their near-immortal lives and enjoys speaking with them. Noble vampires tend to make him a little reclusive as they are too arrogant for his tastes. He is very open-minded and a little bit opinionated. He takes pride in his werewolf heritage but knows to be careful when around humans as he knows they won't take it well when they found out that he's one of the 'monsters who howl in the night'.

Kind but wary, Leonil knows that he cannot trust many with the location of his own home. This results to him only making contact with others outside of his general area. He's most often found in Lapenzan but rarely with werewolf packs. His face is already a usual within the small human villages that dot their land. He is a territorial person, though this stems from wanting no one to know where he lives, so he often drives people off his land. However, he has been known to make exception every now and then, especially for the young and the wounded. However, he leads them through different paths until they're confused as to get back and then leaves them. Only a select few humans even know that he is a werewolf and they are bound to secrecy. He doesn't like getting into fights but will do it if given a reason to. He doesn't kill unless the other has made a seriously grave sin in his eyes.

He's a rather cunning lad. When Hunters started popping up, he knew that he could use some of them to his advantage and to get on the humans' good side. He would often pick fights with a werewolf or vampire who has done something horrible and then "survive" without getting bitten. He would then go to a local tavern or a place where Hunters gather and tell them about the monster who attacked him and would lead a group to the monster's hiding place and the rest is history. He tries not to do this often as it might prove to be very suspicious. He seems to have a great love for books, though - scouring places to find anything, from novels to education books are fine with him. He even goes as far as buying some of them from collectors. He has quite the collection himself tucked away safely in a place near his home. This is one of the places where he isn't territorial, so long as you don't hurt any of his books.

Specialty:

• Cooking - In the odd occurrence when he finds himself within a human community, he typically cooks food to get some extra money in. He's excellent in the kitchen, most say.
• Hunting - Naturally as being a werewolf meant that he would often hunt in his childhood days and up to his adulthood.
• Close Combat Fighting - Considering all the fighting he's been through, he has both experience and training in close quarter combat.
• Memorizing - He has a particularly excellent memory. He's quite a reader himself which leads to him having an archive of information which he still seeks more of to this day.

Weapons:

• Sword - An iron sword that he has looted from the hunter that killed his family. He seems very fond of it. Of course, he only carries this by the day and does not or cannot use it when in his werewolf form. On its underside are multiple magic circles etched onto it as if to complement the user's magical capabilities.

Magic:

• Beast Magic - Naturally, being a werewolf, he has learned the art of Beast Magic. He has summoned a total of three familiars - a tiger, a bear and a lion. He seems to have mastery over this certain magic and doesn't withhold information to people who want to learn about it - whether they be human, vampire or other werewolves who are still trying to learn more about it.
• Fire Magic - Though skilled in it, he often uses it as an enchantment rather than just magic in itself. He is still training up on it so that he can continue using it effectively even without a weapon. Fireballs have already been accomplished though, for his long range attack.

City: Lapenzan - He typically is found in this general area but never in one place. He lives alone in the forest but goes out daily to mingle with other life forms. He has been known to travel to the other cities, though rarely to Mirstone unless he has placed several precautions before entering.

HeartShine High- A School For Magical Girls

Yuki nodded at Carmen. At least she'll be able to help more. Her eyes trailed away from the others and waved at other fourth years who cheerily greeted back. She wondered what kind of improvements they've gotten over the summer break. She was so excited to talk with her friends but she felt a little obligated to continue with the group she was with now. Besides, they looked a little busier than her.

"Yeah, I got no plans anyway. I'm in." She said with a lazy grin and placed her hands behind the back of her head, adapting a relaxed posture. Yuki then grinned at her roommate. "As long as it's not complete and utter mayhem that might put me back so close to graduation." She teased. Obviously, she had to make a lot of trouble to get held back a year so she wasn't really that worried about that. It seems the others were on board too. That was good. She wondered how well they were acquainted with any kind of trouble making. Maybe that wouldn't be Melissa's goal but still, if they were going to hang out with the both of them, maybe they would need to increase the mischievousness.

Yuki looked lazily at Lucia, not knowing whether to feel a little sad for her or to continue being hateful towards her actions. Yuki took it a bit more personally because of her jab at the headmistress but she already did know that Lucia had anger issues - she remembered the first time they met. Down went the wall. Oh wait, she needed to report that. Oh goodness, this wouldn't be good. She mentally shook her head, knowing how to make an excuse for no one to get in trouble. Lucia may not be the best person but Yuki would at least try and make her life at this school easier.

@medalliah@shagranoz@sassy1085@Shadow Daedalus

Walking Dead WIP

@RumikoOhara

Whoa man, it's fine. Take it easy and rest up. Like they said, we won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Highschool DxD: The Devils' Due [ENDED]

Daithi Akasuki

Daithi looked around and saw that the battle had been won with the capture of two of the cultists. His nose wrinkled at the sight of their cafe, disorganized and bloody. They had two other bodies that they had to dispose of. He could certainly dump them off at the side of some unknown area and that would surely do the trick. He saw Sato look at the mess much like him. However, instead of standing around, Daithi had moved towards one of the toppled tables and then placed it back upright, arranging chairs around it. He would have to leave the sweeping to Sato but Daithi thought that the last he could do was to help him with reorganizing the tables and chairs.

Delilah posed a question for them. Suzue had resumed her human disguise, Kael went on one knee and Sato simply replied that he wouldn't want to clean off more blood. Daithi stopped what he was doing and then smoothed down his uniform and looked towards the webbed captive and then back to his King. "Interrogating them seems to be a good idea. I'm sure the priest doesn't have all the information." He pointed out, placing both his hands behind his back and assuming a rather formal position. His eyes trailed towards the unconscious and heavily injured man of the cloth who had aided them in their battle. Was it a case of 'an enemy of my enemy is my friend'? He was pretty sure he hadn't encountered priests who were friendly to the devils such as them.

"Though, if you do want to dispose of them after..." He started before cracking one of his fingers and looking at the cultist coldly. "I would be more than glad to take care of them." He already had two bodies to dispose of so adding two more wouldn't really matter to him. However, the final verdict still rested on Delilah's shoulder, seeing as she was their boss and King, so he simply went quiet afterwards.

Age Of Rising Horrors

Oh look, I made a werewolf.

Leonil Drestback

"Me? Kill? Please, I'm not interested in drawing blood unless given a reason to. Now leave before I make you."

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Name: Leonil Drestback

Species: Werewolf

Gender: Male

Age: 54 (looks around 25)

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Appearance: In his human form, Leonil has brown and moderately long hair that's usually messy. He has odd yet alluring yellow eyes which seems to glint under the moonlight. He exudes an air of intimidation which is couple with his 6 feet height. He has a rather muscular build which is mostly because he loves training outside of his werewolf form since he knows that he'll most likely be attacked (when found out) in the day so what use would his werewolf form be when he can't even transform into it? He owns a number of human clothing because he accidentally destroys his old ones because of his transformations. However, he manages to keep a magical necklace given to him by his mother even after he transforms. He likes showing his face no matter what and abhors being hidden.

In his werewolf form, he rises to a height of 6'4" and is bulkier than most of his late family. Despite this, he still keeps his above average speed. He seems to have gray fur in this form. If one were to look closely, he has multiple scars littered all over his body and a particularly nasty gash on his backside.

Personality: Leonil, unlike most of his fellow werewolves, did not immediately or ever take part in needless scaring of the humans. He viewed them as interesting creatures and would rather live with them peacefully rather than fighting with them - though it seems to be mostly one-sided. His views make him isolated in the werewolf community but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Though it's been relatively known that Leonil doesn't share the same disdain as he still welcomes any werewolf who wants to seek an audience with him unless they wish to harm him. Vampires are also welcome to interact with him so long as they don't plan to use him. He takes an interest in their near-immortal lives and enjoys speaking with them. Noble vampires tend to make him a little reclusive as they are too arrogant for his tastes. He is a very open-minded and a little bit opinionated. He takes pride in his werewolf heritage but knows to be careful when around humans as he knows they won't take it well when they found out that he's one of the 'monsters who howl in the night'.

Kind but wary, Leonil knows that he cannot trust many with the location of his own home. This results to him only making contact with others outside of his general area. He's most often found in Lapenzan but rarely with werewolf packs. His face is already a usual within the small human villages that dot their land. He is a territorial person, though this stems from wanting no one to know where he lives, so he often drives people off his land. However, he has been known to make exception every now and then, especially for the young and the wounded. However, he leads them through different paths until they're confused as to get back and then leaves them. Only a select few humans even know that he is a werewolf and they are bound to secrecy. He doesn't like getting into fights but will do it if given a reason to. He doesn't kill unless the other has made a seriously grave sin in his eyes.

He's a rather cunning lad. When Hunters started popping up, he knew that he could use some of them to his advantage and to get on the humans' good side. He would often pick fights with a werewolf or vampire who has done something horrible and then "survive" without getting bitten. He would then go to a local tavern or a place where Hunters gather and tell them about the monster who attacked him and would lead a group to the monster's hiding place and the rest is history. He tries not to do this often as it might prove to be very suspicious. He seems to have a great love for books, though - scouring places to find anything, from novels to education books are fine with him. He even goes as far as buying some of them from collectors. He has quite the collection himself tucked away safely in a place near his home. This is one of the places where he isn't territorial, so long as you don't hurt any of his books.

Specialty:

• Cooking - In the odd occurrence when he finds himself within a human community, he typically cooks food to get some extra money in. He's excellent in the kitchen, most say.
• Hunting - Naturally as being a werewolf meant that he would often hunt in his childhood days and up to his adulthood.
• Close Combat Fighting - Considering all the fighting he's been through, he has both experience and training in close quarter combat.
• Memorizing - He has a particularly excellent memory. He's quite a reader himself which leads to him having an archive of information which he still seeks more of to this day.

Weapons:

• Sword - An iron sword that he has looted from the hunter that killed his family. He seems very fond of it. Of course, he only carries this by the day and does not or cannot use it when in his werewolf form. On its underside are multiple magic circles etched onto it as if to complement the user's magical capabilities.

Magic:

• Beast Magic - Naturally, being a werewolf, he has learned the art of Beast Magic. He has summoned a total of three familiars - a tiger, a bear and a lion. He seems to have mastery over this certain magic and doesn't withhold information to people who want to learn about it - whether they be human, vampire or other werewolves who are still trying to learn more about it.
• Fire Magic - Though skilled in it, he often uses it as an enchantment rather than just magic in itself. He is still training up on it so that he can continue using it effectively even without a weapon. Fireballs have already been accomplished though, for his long range attack.

City: Lapenzan - He typically is found in this general area but never in one place. He lives alone in the forest but goes out daily to mingle with other life forms. He has been known to travel to the other cities, though rarely to Mirstone unless he has placed several precautions before entering.

HeartShine High- A School For Magical Girls

Seeing everything finally cool down, Yuki nodded to herself - as if pleased. She turned to the first year and gave her a lopsided grin. "If you ever need anything, just call me alright? I know every nook and cranny of this here school." She then gave her a teasing wink. "If you ever need a place to hide in, I assure you - I've got plenty." Another chuckle escaped her lips. She never did have a perfect record and when she cut classes, either because she just didn't feel like it or something actually happened, she always knew where to go to hide from the teachers. She would get an earful when she came back but she at least managed to delay the inevitable.

Yuki was about to reply when the boy had waltzed over. "Hey, you're the first guy I've heard of that has powers. Who are we to stop the growth of that?" She pointed out with a shrug. There's really absolutely no reason to hate him just because he had powers like them. It's as simple as that in Yuki's mind. Perhaps it's just because her thought process is simple that it allowed her to be so accepting, but she saw no problem with that. "Well, good luck with whatever that purpose is. Like her, you can just holler at me if you need anything. I am your senior after all."

No, it didn't surprise Yuki as much when Nero said that he was a first year. If she wasn't mistaken, anyone would start at first year no matter what the age - unless they actually have complete mastery and excellent experience in the battlefield. So she simply brushed that certain fact aside. "Yuki Asahiro, nice to meet you both. I look forward to seeing you two in power development. It's always nice seeing first years training. Oh, and I control lightning, so you can say I'm pretty destructive at times." To demonstrate, she extended her palm and flashes of lightning danced on her palm. Before anyone could catch her using her powers voluntarily, however, she closed her palm and shoved it inside her pocket and gave the two a wink.

The blonde followed the Headmistress with Carmen and Nero. She didn't look impressed by the classrooms considering the fact that she had been using them for the past three years now; but if they saw her at her first year, well, you could say that she was practically giddy with amazement and excitement. Have you seen the classrooms? They were practically two decades away from what she was used to in her old school. "I heard colleges or even universities don't have as advanced tech as you see here in Heartshine. Looks like it'll be a pretty hard transition back to the stone ages." She joked.

@shagranoz@Shadow Daedalus

Walking Dead WIP

So I kind of prettied up and added a couple of points on James's history on his sheet so there's that if anyone's interested.

@RumikoOhara

Ah, and can you please check it out? See if it fits?

Walking Dead WIP

Welp, here he is.

James

James Ryder Blaise

"You guys should smile more! I mean, it's practically the end of the world and we might be the only settlement alive but come on, that doesn't mean we have to mope around!"

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Name: James Ryder Blaise

Age: 21

Description: James has sandy blond hair and gray eyes. He has a lean athletic type of build, it being reminiscent to a runner than a fighter. However, this certainly doesn't mean that he's weaker than average. Taming panicked horses takes a particular amount of strength after all. He stands at a height of 5'9. He's usually seen wearing various button up shirts, pants and sneakers.

History: Honestly? James doesn't remember much about where he was from or much about the old times. He vaguely remembers a ranch and a bunch of farm animals. He even remembers a horse by the name of Klaus, a white maned stallion, which he used to spend time with. There were also his grandparents who smiled and cooked, taught his sister and himself about a lot of things. He vaguely remember saying goodbye to his sister daily because she goes to school.

Fifteen years ago, the Blaise family boarded a plane for America. It was a leisure trip for family time. They bid farewell to the grandparents and to the animals. It was meant to be only a month-long trip. Within the month, unexpected things began to happen. The hotel they stayed in was secure for a while. His parents would mount scavenging patrols with other survivors. The hotel fell after three months thanks to a troop of bandits who thought it would be a big score. The Blaise family managed to escape the terror of the bandits and continued on.

A year passed and his mother succumbed to he illness and was promptly buried. James was being taught by her older sister, Valerie, to read more advanced books. His father worked hard to feed his children and taught them how to survive. All this was a little too much for the young James Ryder Blaise, seven years old, but he took the advice in stride. His father always taught him that there was no way they were going back to hoping that the old world would come back. However, it became apparent that his sister would be the one who would have more trouble making the transition as James was young back then - too young and practically didn't remember much about it. Two years later, his father perished after being cornered by a bunch of zombies. James and Valeria had escaped unscathed thanks to their smaller frames which they used to squeeze through the blockade; unfortunately leaving their own father to die. He had wished them luck.

Valerie, aged fifteen, took charge. The two prove to be resilient and with time, they became a dynamic duo. Life proved to be hard on the both of them. After all, a teen and a pre-teen couldn't possibly survive very long in a world like that. They got into their own tight spots but with Valerie's quick thinking and James's quickness, they got out safely. All the while, both of them collected educational books for Valerie to teach her brother. They would often camp out in schools. Living with only the two of them forced them to gain skills they would otherwise learn when older. They had to grow up quickly after all. Despite all this happening to them, the two never failed to be jolly and optimistic while still being realistic. It would prove them no good if they just brought themselves down with their attitudes and they probably wouldn't survive if they kept being pessimistic. Valerie, at first, kept up appearances around her brother - acting happy for his sake. However, she soon grew to actually be happy thanks to her brother's constant energy.

Luckily, at one occasion, they encountered a scavenger group from Lasthope. At first, Valerie (17) and James (11) were cautious and tried to intimidate the group into leaving them alone. After Larry Wenston convinced them that they were allies and that they could help, they brought the two back to Lasthope. The two were at awe with what they saw. A community of actual humans working together for a better future. They were both immediately treated for any injuries and, after, was trained to become Troopers. As a child, James would often be found with the Veterinarian, Jonathan Meyer, and learning all about it. As they both grew up, Valerie proved to be a wonder on the field. James, while useful on scavenging and hunting parties, showed great skill in being a veterinarian under Meyer's guidance. The town had decided that James would be part of reserved Troopers or Scouts and would focus mainly on learning under Jonathan Meyer.

Five years ago, Valerie perished thanks to the same illness that claimed their mother's life. James was shaken and they allowed him two days to recuperate from the loss. He only needed one. He was then tasked to mostly stay within grounds to help the aging Jonathan with his work. He would mostly be seen inside Lasthope, but can be ordered to go on a patrol. He's rather fond of reading books so he can usually be seen holding one. He's been looking for various titles which his sister used to speak fondly off and expresses interest on reading more about them. Because, come on, from what Valerie had said, Shadows of the Wind sounded like an amazing book and he couldn't wait to read it. Unfortunately, none of the scavenging parties have ever gotten their hands on a book like that. They were mostly simply for educational purposes instead of leisure. James made a point to look mainly for these when he's assigned to a scavenger patrol.

Profession: Veterinarian-in-Training / Scavenger

Skills:

• Medicine - More focused on being a vet than a doctor for humans, he is learning the profession from the current veterinarian. He has shown particular skill in this profession and has a way with animals. He's admittedly a quick learner.
• Runner - Young and nimble, he's a pretty good scavenger thanks to this. This also allows him to climb up tress pretty fast since he does this a lot as a child.
• Adaptability: Put James in any situation and he'll be able to calmly think about what to do next. He doesn't panic as quickly as others.

Walking Dead WIP

So I have an idea for a vet-in-training ('cause who's gonna look out for our animals) and scavenger at the same time. If that's alright?