Name: "I'm Tormod."
Age: "I finally turned fourteen- haha, I'm not a kid anymore!"
Species: "I may not look it, but I'm pretty much the most dangerous fire mage around! But, I guess I am kind of a human still."
Powers: "Aw, c'mon, weren't you listening the first time? I'm a fire mage! That means I'm the one flinging superpowerful blasts of fire at the bad guys!"
Appearance: [img width=395 height=510]http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net…ages/d/d4/Ferd-tormod.jpg[/img]
History: "Hm? You wanna know my past?... Oh... Well, um... I never knew my parents, cuz, well, regular people don't really like people who can use magic.... I got it from them, y'know. Muarim says my father was a dark mage, and my mother was a light sage. I dunno how I ended up with fire magic, but then, Muarim can only teach me so much about magic... B-But I'm still glad Muarim's here! I don't regret a thing!
Huh? Oh- oh, Muarim's a beast laguz- a special ancient race of half-animal shapeshifters. There used to be so many of them, Muarim says, but people hated the laguz just like my parents- even worse, I think- even though the laguz never really did anything wrong, and... most of them are dead... N-No, I'm not gonna cry! I-I just got something in my eye is all! G-Grown-ups don't cry! A-Anyway.. Beast laguz were tigers, lions, cats, and wolves- Muarim's a dark green tiger. He's so powerful and strong!! When my parents were being chased down, they hid baby me in a bunch of garbage so they wouldn't find me. After they got killed, I was all alone... Muarim found me in the garbage, because he said I was crying loud enough to break eardrums- I think it was just because he's got such sensitive ears- and when he saw me all by myself, he didn't want to leave me there, so he took me in to raise me himself! Muarim's so great- whoever thought for even a second that laguz could be mean must've been crazy! Sure, he calls me 'Little One' (even though I'm not little anymore!.. Well, maybe a little short for my age, but I'm not a kid!), and some people might say I'm a little... unusual for any kind of normal people, but I wouldn't trade Muarim for the world!"
Personality: Although Tormod may come across a bit strong, a little arrogant, even, he's quite headstrong, very enthusiastic, with fiery emotions, and sometimes very easily excited. He doesn't like this war at all, though he has hardly seen the full extent of it, as Muarim's excellent senses and fighting skills have all but kept Tormod away from the fighting. He's rather sensitive about his height, at just around five feet or so, much shorter than most boys his age. Deep down, Tormod feels he has something to prove to the rest of the world (and Muarim), so he feels the intense need to be "the best", and to act like an adult as soon as possible. However, this is an act- underneath, Tormod is still a child at heart, and nearly has to force himself to smile no matter what.
Weapons: "I wield the mighty Belganone fire tome! With it, my magic is boosted- I also have a small dagger Muarim insists I keep under my cloak, but I think he's a worrywart. Still... he means well, so that's okay!
Crush: "Huh? ...I crush my enemies! Does that count?" (In laguz culture, they don't use the word 'crush' to refer to a secret/unrequited love interest. They are often a more direct people than humans can be, so the word doesn't really exist past 'love interest' or a simple proclamation of 'I like her/him'. Regardless, he doesn't really have one)
Bf/Gf: "Well, Muarim's a boy, and he's my friend. I don't really know many girls, after Vika went off on her own a few years ago." (Same as above- the laguz term is mate, though they don't usually have a mid-way like boy/girlfriend) (Vika won't be mentioned more than in passing, if at all, so no form)
Best Friend(s): "Muarim's my only friend, but even if I had a million, I'd still pick Muarim!"
Sibling(s): "No, I don't think I have any siblings... If I did, they're probably- not around anymore."
Other: Tormod has had little contact with regular people or other supernaturals- he knows little outside of Muarim, fire magic (self-taught, but inherently powerful), and the laguz culture he was raised with (he believed he was a laguz for a long while, and it was only three years ago he finally figured it out). Therefore, he doesn't know how to act 'normal', nor does he understand or even know about other species.
[color=#005200]Name: "I am known as Muarim."
Age: "To you beorc, I most likely appear to be around a mere thirty years old. However, my people age much slower than beorc, and, in all truth, I have actually been around for over fifty thousand years." (Beorc is the laguz term for humans; sometimes, it can refer to vampires as well)
Species: "I am one of the few remaining laguz- a beast laguz, to be specific, of the tiger tribes."
Powers: "As a tiger laguz, I have the ability to transform into a tiger of the same green hue as the fur adorning my hair, ears, and tail when I am in my beorc-like form. I have the abilities of a tiger of this era, but with many times the strength, speed, stamina, reflexes, and senses. However, this animal form does come with its own downfalls, including my predaftory instincts. I must always ensure I find food, no matter the consequences, or the life of my Little One may be at risk... and I could not live with myself if I ever allowed any harm to come to him."
Appearance: 
History: "My past is not important... and regardless, you beorc do not normally have attention spans long enough to listen to fifty thousand years worth of my lifetime. I once lived in the laguz land of Gallius, but after the beorc drove out the laguz, it no longer bore that title... I do not know what you call it now.
Many years ago- far, far too long ago for you beorc to remember- I once had a family of my own. However, my mate fell ill one day, constantly bedridden... and she did not ever rise again. My young boy went into the war against the beorc when our country fell to war.... I did not get to see my child again.
But that is the past.
Almost a decade and a half ago, I was fighting off several murderous beorc (vampires, here) when a loud wailing reached my ears. The beorc went after the sound- I tore into them with ease when I saw the tiny, defenseless beorc with the shock of red fur on his head, crying out in distress... I could not bear the thought of leaving him behind, especially with the strong scent of the blood-drinking beorc so thick in the air. It was then that I took my precious Little One under my wing, and swore I would not allow any harm to come to him. His scent was familiar, in the edges of my mind- the bloodthirsty beorc had bore the scent as well. It was that of two mages that had offered me refuge when I was injured several weeks before- the age of the scent was enough to piece together their death.
Many lives have been lost to this pointless war.. My Little One will not join them, and I refuse to allow that bright light in his eyes to be tainted." (Therefore, that is why he is doing everything possible to keep Tormod out of the war, out of the loop, and out of any beorc idealisms (that he finds to be pointless, as laguz are much more direct with any and all emotion, conflict, and issues than the underhandedness and secrecy of beorc))
Personality: Muarim is normally calm and reserved, with a quite rational mind. He does not react very strongly to much, but he will not show respect to anyone, beorc or anything else, if they have not earned it or do not deserve it. An excellent judge of character, as, much like dogs (and many other animals), he can smell strong emotions. Muarim can be quite insightful, though he finds many beorc tendencies to be idiotic, "as if they do not consider the consequences of their actions."
When it comes to Tormod, though, Muarim is almost more beorc than laguz (judging by natural temperment only), smiling warmly and speaking more openly to the fiery-headed young mage. At times, he feels he is keeping Tormod away from his own kind unfairly, as Muarim knows what it's like (though Muarim is not nearly as emotion-driven as Tormod), though he often gets over it by reminding himself of how twisted the beorc and their culture are (though he does sometimes think of it when he notices how Tormod doesn't even know what he's missing- though Tormod really doesn't mind). He is extremely protective of Tormod, and would sooner fight his way alone through a mob of his own kind than allow him to be hurt- it took quite a bit of whining from Tormod (as he also has a bit of a soft spot for the mage, though it does have a stiff cap when it becomes potentially dangerous) to get him to allow him to fight.
Weapons: "I have only my claws, teeth, and physical strength as weapons. I have no need for beorc weapons."
Crush: "This is your word for a love interest, yes? I am already happy, and I do not need a mate."
Bf/Gf: "Is this not the same as a 'crush'? As I stated moments ago, I am already happy."
Best Friend(s): "A best friend? I care for my Little One- were I to dare bring my brethren within length of such a young beorc, mage or no, I fear I might not be able to keep their claws sheathed. Most laguz do not have such self-control as I do."
Sibling(s): "I do not know where any of my litter-mates are. We all seperated centuries ago, and I have not heard from them since."
Other: While it may seem like Muarim talks a bit old-fashioned, it's actually because English is not his first language- he is one of the only laguz to divert from his native tongue (unknown and lost to time now, save for Muarim and the few other laguz somewhere in the world), and since the two languages are so different, this is how he speaks.
