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[fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: -40px; width: 200; height: 40;] [align=center][font=Ar Bonnie][color=white][size=4]So Wake Me Up When It's All Over,
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Lila: *Picks up grenade* "Pitiful." *Grenade disappears into parallel universe* "Your move."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] RP RP RP RP RP
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=green; background: url(BACKGROUND OF TABLE); borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border-radius:50px; overflow: auto;][align=center][font=Parchment][color=green][size=6]We are the others, [hr] [font=Georgia][color=green]Since before the dawn of humanity, creatures of unimaginable creation roamed our world. Some good, some bad, and some in between. These were the supernatural creatures of our legends, myths, and fairy tales.
But these creatures were very proud of their heritages and pure blood; to damage it in any way would cause an uproar. The biggest uproar was the birth of the Waeries, a supernatural caste of hybrids, mixed-bloods, and mistakes. In the earliest days of humanity, all waeries were branded and sold into slavery, as punishment for their very existence.
But, some thousand years ago, a god-like figure rose, an unnamed goddess of an earthly body, to whom even the Grand Council bowed. She rose up, and claimed the waeries as her own, before vanishing out of existence.
So all waeries were freed, and given their goddess's coat of arms to carry and treasure for eternity. The branding and slavery stopped, but waeries were still outcasts, in humanity, in the supernatural world, and in their own hearts. [/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=green; background: url(BACKGROUND OF TABLE); borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border-radius:50px; overflow: auto][align=center][font=Parchment][color=green][size=6]We are the cast-outs, [hr] [font=Georgia][color=green]1. This is advanced- Meaning proper grammar, spelling, punctuation, capitalization, spacing, and at least 5-6 sentences per post. (I make exceptions for people with low-muse days.) 2. Cussing is allowed, just not at each other. 3. Nothing too mature. 4. No drama OOC! 5. No power-playing, god-modding, etc. 6. Please PM me if you have plot twist ideas and such. (Or discuss your ideas on the plotting thread.) 7. Sign-ups are for forms only. 8. Let's try to keep the genders even, or we're going to have some unhappy girls. (And I say girls because there's never a surplus of guys.) 9. Please ask for a recap before jumping into the role play thread, or mistakes will be made. 10. You must be active! If you're going to be inactive for a while, please shoot me a PM. 11. Respect the ideas of others. 12. Waeries, faeries, and many other supernatural creatures can live for thousands of years, and can mature really fast or slowly, so ages can be crazy! 13. You can either be human, waerie, demon, vampire, or Fae. (Faeries) 14. Take note that waeries can vary greatly, as they are a caste, not a species. 15. All waeries of 1,000 years or older have a rune-like brand on their body somewhere. 16. If you plan on bringing in another character while you are already mid-RP, please make sure I accept it first before you start RPing. 17. If you have a waerie/human who can see the future, please stick to ideas from the plotting thread, and check with me first. Small things don't really matter though. 18. Have fun with this! 19. Put "Nyan Cat Rainbows" in your form somewhere, if you've read and accept these rules. [/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=green; background: url(BACKGROUND OF TABLE); borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border-radius:50px; overflow: auto][align=center][font=Parchment][color=green][size=6]We're the outsiders, [hr] [font=Georgia][color=green][size=3]Seer[/size] Seers are powerful magic-users, with the ability to see the past, present, and future, often influenced by the energy of their surroundings. Seers are born, not made, and almost always have more than just the power of their Sight.
Races-
Humans Waeries
Compatible Co-Ranks-
Sorcerer Warrior
[size=3]Warrior[/size] Warriors are born and bred fighters, using a manner of close-range weapons to charge their opponents. Warriors do not normally use magic, unless they are also a sorcerer. (See Sorcerer, below.) Most warriors are big, strong, and fast, depending on their preferred weapon.
Races-
Humans Waeries Demons Vampires Fae
Compatible Co-Ranks-
Healer Sorcerer Seer
[size=3]Healer[/size] Healers are not natural fighters. They are usually smaller and weaker than those around them, and are better off taking cover, unless they are also warriors or sorcerers. They may or may not have magic, but all have an acute knowledge of herbs and anatomy, allowing them to heal their fallen comrades.
Races-
Humans Waeries Fae
Compatible Co-Ranks-
Warrior Sorcerer
[size=3]Sorcerer[/size] Sorcerers are your every-day magic-users, varying in strength of power. Sorcerers aren't normally the biggest, and don't necessarily need to be face-to-face with their enemies to do damage, unless they are also warriors. They can do a range of damage, and can also use their magic for healing, if they are also healers.
Races-
Humans Waeries Vampires
Compatible Co-Ranks-
Healer Warrior Seer
[size=3]Archer[/size] Archers are small, fast, weak fighters, generally with a very good eye, who prefer to use ranged weapons from a safe distance to take out their enemies.
Races-
Humans Waeries Fae Vampires Demons
Compatible Co-Ranks-
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=green; background: url(BACKGROUND OF TABLE); borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border-radius:50px; overflow: auto][align=center][font=Parchment][color=green][size=6]But you can't hide us, [hr] [font=Georgia][color=green][size=3]Humans[/size] Humans are the youngest race to emerge, and almost all are oblivious to the supernatural. There are a select few who do know, and while most of these humans are rather unextraordinary, they still have an important part to play.
Ranks-
Seer Warrior Healer Sorcerer Archer (Optional) No Rank - New to the supernatural world.
Alliances-
Humans are too young to have deep-running alliances with other races.
Compatible Races-
Fae Kindred
[size=3]Waeries[/size] Waeries are outcasts in every aspect. They are the mistakes of the supernatural world, and outcasts wherever they may go. Every waerie's life is long, lonely, and sorrowful, some more than others. Waeries are extremely versatile, and can vary greatly. Some are more powerful than others, but all are unique, and their personalities can vary greatly.
Ranks-
Seer Warrior Healer Sorcerer Archer
Alliances-
Balance- Waeries have but one ally, and that is the single remaining Kindred, Balance.
Compatible Races-
Humans Kindred
[size=3]Vampires[/size] Vampires are dark creatures of the night, the descendants of the First Kindred, but with many differences. Vampires spread when blood is exchanged between hunter and prey- Meaning vampires choose whether or not to make another vampire. Vampires are not actually dead, but their souls are ripped from them upon rebirth, as they prefer to call the switch. This results in ruthless cruelty, and, needless to say, an intense desire to kill.
Ranks-
Warrior Sorcerer Archer
Alliances-
Demons- Vampires and demons have a mutual understanding, at best, and tend to steer clear of each others' prey, and sometimes even work together. Balance- As the bloodline of the near-extinct Kindred race, there is a natural alliance between vampires and the last remaining Kindred, Balance, though they don't know it.
Compatible Races-
Demons Humans Kindred
[size=3]Demons[/size] Demons are an ancient race, extremely versatile, with many sub-races, nearly as old as Kindred, and hearts of stone, it is said. Most are barbaric, and very few are peaceful. Some are inbetween, doing what they have to do to get by, but not going out of their way to kill everything in sight.
Ranks-
Warrior Archer
Alliances-
Vampires- Vampires and demons have a mutual understanding, at best, and tend to steer clear of each others' prey, and sometimes even work together.
Compatible Races-
Vampires Humans Kindred
[size=3]Fae[/size] Fae, or faeries, are the second-oldest race in existence, made up of many, many sub-races. The most well-known are the fairies, (Yes, there's a difference.) the winged women that partake in so many fairy tales. However, they are not the size of your thumb, and they generally don't use flower petals and leaves for their clothing. All Fae are deeply connected with nature, some even having the ability to accelerate growth, or control plants.
Ranks-
Warrior Healer Archer
Alliances-
None- Though the Fae have always had a strange fondness for humans, humans are too young to forge any deep alliances, and Fae heartily dislike vampires and demons, and waeries are hated by all races. (Humans, never even having heard of waeries, don't count.)
Compatible Races-
Humans Kindred
[size=5]Kindred[/size] (Non-Playable) According to waeries, who believe in the First Story (See table below), Kindred are the single oldest race, practically as old as time, though nearly extinct. Apparently, Kindred are the ancestors of vampires, but very different. Kindred, being direct descendants of Life and Death itself, feed on the ether, or life-force, of living things, but are naturally neutral creatures. Kindred are extremely powerful, and the older they are, the more powerful they are. However, only one remains, and that in itself is biased- No one has heard from or of her for thousands of years. The rest of the supernatural world remains oblivious to the very fact that Kindred even existed, even if only in legend.
Alliances-
Waeries- Balance, the First and Last remaining Kindred, has a one-sided alliance with Waeries, though they may not yet realize it. Humans- Though humans do not realize it, Balance also has a one-sided alliance with them, as she was the creator of humanity. (See First Story)
Compatible Races-
Humans Waeries Vampires Demons Fae [/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=green; background: url(BACKGROUND OF TABLE); borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border-radius:50px; overflow: auto][align=center][font=Parchment][color=green][size=6]We are the others, [hr] [font=Georgia][color=green][size=3]First Story[/size] This story begins long, long ago, in a time before time, when the world sprouted its first life on land. With Life, also comes Death. For ages, the two constantly fought, one rising, and then falling, as the other rose, locked in eternal combat- The struggle of Yin and Yang.
But the first time they equaled each other, they created something that could not be undone- Balance. Their first child, the first of the First Kindred, the first of the race, and the most powerful. Unlike the siblings that would soon follow, Balance had no twin- She was Balance, after all. There could be only one.
Following Balance, came the twins, Creation, and Destruction. From Creation, burst forth all living things, and she alone held the power of both Creation and Evolution. Destruction, her twin brother, held the power to undo whatever his sister did, but Balance kept them both in check, as only Balance can.
Following Creation and Destruction, came Chaos and Order, and then Hatred and Compassion. Following them came Joy and Sorrow, and then, the youngest of the family, Despair and Hope. Thus the First Kindred came into this world.
Ageless, they spent years molding the world and its life, their warring sides kept even by their eldest, and shaping a world that would one day be our own. From them came all the supernatural races, and from Creation came their first descendants, the beginnings of the Kindred race.
But there will always be forces that wish to end the balance of Life and Death, and tip it in their own favor.
In the peak of what seemed to be the world's mightiest era, beings rose up- Dark, powerful beings of true evil intent. In one foul, cruel blow, they smote the ten brothers and sisters of Balance, and did their best to kill her, too, as they brought down the mighty creations of the Kindred.
And millenia later, though it may have only felt like hours to the ageless creature, Balance fell to her knees amid the bodies of her siblings. For the first time since her creation, Balance wept. Her tears froze over the world, locking it in a time of famine and disease, as she wept for her dead siblings.
And then, she grew angry. Her anger rose within her, and her power rose in waves. With a savagery and power that has never yet been seen, she bore down on her dark-minded opponents, wiping them from this very plane of existence.
Exhausted and sad, Balance once more knelt amid the bodies of her brethren, surrounded by what was left of her sister Creation's children. Gathering her strength, she called the life-force of her siblings to her, and gathered it in her arms, joining it into one shining energy that has no name.
With a power yet unmatched, she wove this energy into the fabric of the world's existence, sewing the mind-numbing power of her siblings into constant work within it, so that the world would continue to mold and shape itself.
In the joining of the world and her siblings' life-force, Balance unintentionally joined small parts of her siblings into a living, breathing race- Mankind. Imbued with all the constantly-warring traits of her siblings, mankind showed great promise from the start.
And as it developed and changed, so did the Kindred, as Evolution was now part of them. When the grandchildren of her sister asked Balance to Evolve with them, Balance merely smiled sadly, and shook her head.
"I cannot change with you- Change may be part of you, now, but it is not part of me. It has never been part of me. And even if I could, I would not. Someone must remember my siblings' sacrifice. Someone must guard against the shift of balance. Someone must protect those who are not given a place. I must be that someone. It is a long, lonely road I walk, but I am comforted by the presence of my siblings in the world, even if they are not here themselves. Go on without me."
So the Kindred evolved and changed, leaving their single ancestor behind. Gradually, they forgot about their heritage, and the noble race they were derived from. While memory of the Kindred's existence faded away, Balance never faded away. She did as she said she would, guarding against the shift of balance, and protecting those who were given no place.
It was she who rose for one shining moment, the closest to a god any would ever come, and claimed the waeries and humans as her own, before disappearing into the fabric of time once more.
And to this day, only waeries know of and believe in the First Story, and know of the existence of their one savior, their one friend. [/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=; background: url(BACKGROUND OF TABLE); borderwidth=0px; height: 125px; width: 300px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border-radius:50px; overflow: auto][align=center][font=Parchment][color=green][size=6]You're not out there on your own, [hr] [font=Georgia][color=green][size=3]Applications[/size] Form [/fancypost]
[size=3]Basics;[/size] Age; 5,449 Years Old (Looks Seventeen) Gender; Female Race; Waerie Sub-Race; Demon-Fae Hybrid Rank; Warrior/Healer Appearance In Words; Claire is a beautiful girl, with many features- So let's start with the top and work our way down.
(To be Finished)
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); None Personality; Claire is a strangely-complex person, for someone who speaks so simply. Unlike most waeries her age, she is not, for the most part, without feeling. She is amazingly adept at understanding the minds, hearts, and souls of others, but often not her own. She is intelligent and witty, though her eyes are often fixed with a hard, sharp, strangely knowing gaze that makes one almost feel as if she sees into them. Claire can never turn away a creature in need, and has a good heart- a faerie's heart. But her rage is not something to challenge. Claire also has an annoying tendency to pull a bad pun out of thin air during the worst times- Unless she's pissed. Claire, though open on the surface, is as deep as the ocean. She is hard to reach, in a sense, and hard to get close to. Many have tried, and very few have succeeded. She has an unnamed love for the human race, and an understanding of all creatures. But despite this, she's managed to make enemies of many powerful beings over the years, so she is constantly moving from place to place. Though she says she is protecting her identity, in reality, she is searching- But for what, is rather unclear. ---Likes; Sunrise, books, music ---Dislikes; Being crowded, morons, being treated like a little girl ---Strengths; Her courage, her mercy, and her empathy ---Weaknesses; Claustrophobic, lonely
Sexuality; Bisexual Crush; None yet Lover; Once, but that was a looooong time ago. Family; They all hate her. History; Claire is a waerie, an outcast in every aspect. Her history is long, grim, and lonely. She has spent too many years wandering the world alone to remember most of it. The one thing she held dear to her was her coat of arms, a small bronze disk, carved in the shape of a two hands, one dyed black, the other white, surrounded by a circle of bronze.
When Claire was born to a powerful Faerie family, her mother was disgusted with the hideous mistake she'd birthed, and treated the child as a dirty bondservant for the first ten years of her life. Then, when her mistake was unveiled, Claire was instantly sold into slavery, and branded with the mark of a waerie slave upon her neck.
For the next few hundred years, Claire lived a grim, laboring life, serving under a cruel master, until Claire made her escape, going into hiding among the humans. For the next few thousand years, Claire traveled the world, keeping her true identity a secret, and hiding her true face beneath her shape-shifting powers at all times. But when the time of the Great Release came, Claire found that, while still largely disliked, waeries could roam free without fear.
At first, she was joyous- But some hundred years later, she was brutally reminded of her heritage when the human boy she fell for nearly died because of the supernatural world's hatred for her kind. So, she was forced to leave him, though she left with him her coat of arms, and a small piece of her soul, and then she vanished into the river of time, never hearing from him for nine hundred years or so.
(If anyone wants to play her lost lover, they can make a vampire male, maybe one thousand nine hundred something years old, and say that he became a vampire after she left, lolol. And he'd still have to have her coat of arms, just fyi.)
Since then, she has been constantly reminded of who and what she is, and how, because of that, she will forever be alone.
But a little under four years ago, Claire happened across a young girl, Maiya, a blossoming Seer with frightening power, and took her under her wing, as she could never stop helping the people who cast her out, human or otherwise.
This trait continued to show, as Claire and Maiya assisted Kate and her friends, evading a powerful organization, and saving the world- Twice.
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); She favors the two long, sword-like blades that slide out of her palms. Powers/Abilities; Claire is a shape-shifting waerie, and besides that, long blades and spikes can come out of her body through her shoulders, elbows, palms, fingertips, feet, and knees. She can also heal others, but not herself. Leaving her demonic powers behind, Claire can also control the elements and plants, coming from the Fae side of her family. However, she rarely ever uses her Faerie powers, except when healing, or when she is truly mad enough. Skills; Tracking, observation, cooking
[size=3]Basics;[/size] Age; 12 Years Old Gender; Female Race; Human Sub-Race; Human Rank; Seer Appearance In Words; Maiya is of average height and size, standing around 4'3', and weighing around 89 lb. Her facial features are small, pretty, yet sorrowful. Her gorgeous blue eyes are often clouded with pain and grief, and her smile is the rarest thing in the world.
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); None Personality; Maiya is often overshadowed by sorrow and grief, and death tends to follow her wherever she goes. She has no friends, no family, no one to love and guide her. Although her look of sadness is continuous, emotion rarely tinges her voice in that way. She does not openly express her troubles, preferring to bottle things up within her own locked heart, and she suffers for it- But she will not endanger those around her. ---Likes; Being left alone, silence, darkness ---Dislikes; Being crowded, loud noises, bright places ---Strengths; Her wit, her intelligence, and her perception of the world. ---Weaknesses; Her frailty, her fear to harm others unintentionally, and her dark past.
Sexuality; Heterosexual Crush; N/A Lover; N/A Family; Parents dead, siblings' whereabouts unknown. History; Maiya was born into a caring, loving family- But the day Maiya discovered her powers, she lost control, tearing her own home apart. When her mother and father were killed by her surge of power, it was the mind-numbing grief alone that pulled Maiya from the half-world she had entered, between the land of the living, and the world of the dead. From that day on, she had walked in that world, and could not leave. Scared by her own power, she ran away, and her older brother and sister were never heard of, though no bodies were ever found. Maiya's dark and bloody past changed her forever, and as she continued to exist, she found that almost everyone she grew close to died, if not by her own hands, then someone else's. So she shut out other people. And that is the way it has been. Until she met Claire.
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); None Powers/Abilities; Maiya can see and communicate with spirits of the deceased, as well as control their supernatural forces, and she occasionally receives skull-splitting, mind-numbing visions of the future and present, and even the past. However, if she does not keep her powers in check, she could potentially tear the world apart at the very fabric of its existence. Skills; Art, singing, interrogation
[align=center] [font=Georgia][color=white][size=4]Kimiko|No Middle Name|Last Name Unknown[/size]
[size=3]Basics;[/size] [b]Age; 1,567 Years Old (Looks Seventeen) Gender; Female Race; Waerie Sub-Race; Kindred-Human Hybrid Rank; Warrior/Sorceress/Healer Appearance In Words; Kimiko is a tall, pale girl, with long legs, pale, slender arms, and long, dark hair that stretches down past her shoulders. Her eyes are a transfixing, pale, shimmering blue, set inside an almond shape. She has long, pale, slender fingers, and tall, elegant neck. She prefers to wear black leather, including black leather high-heeled boots, black leather gloves, and a slim-fitting, black leather trench coat.
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); Kimi, Kim, Miko Personality; Kimiko has an interesting personality. While her smile is rare, her frown is rarer. She often runs her fingers through her hair, and is constantly laying doubt and questions on everything, mostly because she has grown up learning not to trust everything, and everyone. She grew up in a web of lies, and so her levels of trust have gone down considerably. While she has a good heart, and an intelligent mind, one might perhaps detect a tinge of loneliness and sadness that accompanies all waeries for the majority of their lives. ---Likes; Darkness, light, training, reading, balance ---Dislikes; Lack of balance, fish, rudeness ---Strengths; Intelligent, witty, clever, kind ---Weaknesses; Mistrustful, lonely
Sexuality; Heterosexual Crush; None Lover; No lover Family; Mother, Balance (See First Story, above); Half-Sister, Katherine History; Kimiko's history is long and lonely. Outcast by her own birth, she has never seen her own mother, the single last Kindred, and her father is still a mystery to her. Everything else is a blur of lies and bad memories. But, like every waerie, she treasures her mother's coat of arms, given to her some thousand years ago.
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); Kimiko doesn't really need weapons, but she does carry a sword on a sheathe hidden beneath her coat. Powers/Abilities; Kimiko barely has a quarter of her mother's mind-numbing powers. She can sprout a full mouth of sharp teeth and claws, like her mother, and she also has super strength, enhanced speed, and enhanced senses, as well. That's where it stops. Skills; Lying, stealth, sword-fighting
[align=center][img width=510 height=254]http://oi43.tinypic.com/2d28uqd.jpg[/img] [font=Georgia][color=white][size=4]Balance|No Middle Name|No Last Name[/size]
[size=3]Basics;[/size] [b]Age; 3,356,789,560 Years Old Gender; Female Race; Kindred Sub-Race; First Kindred Rank; Seer/Warrior/Sorcerer/Healer/Archer Appearance In Words; Balance, or Kate as she prefers to call herself right now, is tall, slim, and beautiful in every way. Her features are noble, and prominent, though her hair can be rather wild. Her eyes are an eerie silver, often glinting with a knowing gleam. She has long legs, and pale, slender arms and fingers.
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); Aika, Ace, Acerbus Domina, Eliza, Diane, Hotaru, Kurono, Elizabeth, Catherine... She's had many over the years, but currently calls herself Kate. Personality; Kate is the oldest living thing on Earth- That's pretty hard to ignore. She is ever-mysterious and all-knowing, but she is constantly neutral, never fighting for good, nor for evil, as she fully believes that in order for the world to function, both sides must remain the same. Having her on any side would greatly tip the scales, and that's exactly what she wants to avoid. However, she is not without mercy, or kindness. Her love for all living things is unsurpassed, and her heart is bigger than her head, in metaphorical terms. However, the years have taken their toll on her- You can see it in her eyes. ---Likes; Balance ---Dislikes; Lack of balance ---Strengths; Powerful, intelligent, courageous ---Weaknesses; She becomes weak when there is no balance.
Sexuality; Bisexual Crush; Never Lover; Once- But never again. Family; Daughter, Kimiko History; See First Story.
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); Twin dual katanas. Powers/Abilities; She has too many to even list, but when she's mad, she can sprout claws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. Skills; Again, too many to list.
Other; Now, before someone rages about me power-playing or god-modding or making an invincible character, nunnunununu. She is strictly a side-character, used to further the plot, only popping in and out during crucial moments. (But don't expect me to not stir up some drama, too, lolol.) So don't rage at me, 'kay brochachos? Side character. Again. Side. Character. We clear now?
[size=3]Basics;[/size] [b]Age; 17 Years Old Gender; Female Race; Waerie Sub-Race; Kindred-Demigod Hybrid Rank; Warrior/Healer/Sorcerer Appearance In Words; Kate is of medium height, around 5'5'. She has a small, slender frame, with long, slender arms, a pale complexion, a skinny waist, and slim shoulders. Her oval-shaped face is framed by medium-length, silky, dark hair, falling to her shoulders. She has full, pale lips, high cheekbones, and a thin nose. Her almond-shaped eyes are a beautiful, shimmering blue, flecked with silver.
Kate prefers to wear a dark jean jacket, a white T-shirt, and a pair of dark, self-cut capri pants. She often either wears black high-tops, or black flats.
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); Kate, K, Kitty-Kat, Kit-Kat, Kat, Kitty Personality; Kate differs from her half-sister in many ways. She is young, so not nearly as lonely. She is incredibly loyal to her friends, and her anger is something to be feared. She is intelligent, witty, and, occasionally, rebellious. Something that she and her half-sister have in common is their dislike for their mother, Balance. Kate has a determined spirit, and is sometimes blinded by her own feelings. ---Likes; Gothic rock music, dark colors, Jason, Jacob (Her father) ---Dislikes; Demons, Balance, Dark Ones ---Strengths; Intelligence, wit, determination, loyalty ---Weaknesses; Her youth, and her occasional blindness by her feelings.
Sexuality; Bisexual Crush; Pardon me? Lover; Jason Family; Mother, Balance, Half-Sister, Kimiko, Father, Jacob History; Kate grew up in a web of lies, not unlike her half-sister. She was raised by human parents, and at a young age, was bullied. She spent her entire high school life completely alone, until D and Jason entered her lives, exposing her to the truth about the supernatural world, and her own inhuman traits. They were shortly joined by Claire and Maiya, who took them on a wild ride to escape the clutches of an evil supernatural organization, bent on releasing the Dark Ones from their twisted dimension. They were later joined by Robby, originally sent to kill them, and Jacob, (Not her father) a newly-bitten werewolf with no idea what to do with himself. Later on, after the discovery of Kate's mother, Balance, and her father's own godly origins, Kate and her friends were pitched against their hunters in order to stop the Dark Ones from rising. In the end, Kate sacrificed herself to save the world, and for a long time, fought for survival alongside her father and an elven princess named Isabelle in the Dark Ones' twisted dimension, until the others managed to pull them back out.
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); Kate prefers to use a long saber, not unlike her father, and often keeps a pair of dual forty-round pistols on her. Powers/Abilities; Kate, also having the blood of a god in her, has access to much more power than her half-sister. Like her sister, she can sprout claws and fangs, but she can also sprout wings, like her mother. If she focuses hard enough, she can also control ether, allowing her to heal others. She cannot, however, control nether. She has super strength, enhanced speed, superhuman senses, and a strange telepathic link with the Seer, Maiya. But, whenever Kate is fully-charged, she can do so much more; for instance, control the forces of nature and the elements, as well as use telekinesis, and control nether. However, this fully-charged state has only been achieved, factually, once. She possibly achieved it when she was little, but that has never been proven. Since the exact requirements needed to achieve this state are unknown, it is the guess of many that the state is achieved by severely strong emotions, or strong surges of magical energy. Skills; Cooking, martial arts, sword-fighting
Other; Well, I realize these new characters may confuse some people. That's because they're all coming from a book I'm writing, inspired by this whole plot. xD If you wanna read it, look up 'Becoming Kate' on Quotev.
[size=3]Basics;[/size] [b]Age; 459 Years Old (Looks nineteen) Gender; Male Race; Vampire Sub-Race; Dragir (Vampires with souls) Rank; Warrior Appearance In Words; Jason is a tall, pale boy, about 6'2'. He has strong, muscular arms, and dark, messy hair. He has dark eyes, and chiseled features, making him dangerously handsome.
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); No nicknames Personality; Jason is a suave player, slick like grease around most girls, and a smartass around everyone else. He has the uncanny ability to add in an unhelpful comment during the worst moments, and he lives to argue with anyone and everyone. Jason has an annoying habit of getting on most everyone's nerves, and p-ssing the rest off.
But not with Kate. When it comes to Kate, his heart is bigger than an ocean. And anyone who tries to hurt her can just call himself screwed right then and there. ---Likes; Kate, darkness, picking up girls, leather ---Dislikes; Sunlight, holy water, garlic, D ---Strengths; Vampire strength, vampire speed, big heart ---Weaknesses; Kate, holy water, wooden stakes, sunlight
Sexuality; Heterosexual Crush; Seriously? e.o Lover; Katherine Family; None History; Jason's history is long and brutal. When he was newly-turned, he killed his own parents, and spent the next four hundred years or so as a ruthless killer. But then he met Jacob, Kate's father, who returned his soul to him by means of sorcery. Not long after that, Kate was born, and Jason was asked to protect her, shortly before her father disappeared. It was later discovered that Jacob was sucked into the Dark Ones' twisted dimension. As Kate grew up, Jason slowly fell in love with her, and when she finally discovered the web of lies surrounding her, Jason was one of the few who stuck by her, until she sacrificed herself to save the world. It was Jason who persisted to find her, resulting in the rescuing of Kate, her father, and the elven princess, Isabelle. Not long afterwards, Jason sacrificed himself to put the Dark Ones away forever, resulting in an explosion. His body was never found, leading most to believe in his death. That has never actually been proven; some believe he is actually still alive.
(But he is obviously alive, dummies. Nobody knows that for sure, though. :P)
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); He prefers to use his fangs, but on occasion, he'll use a twenty-round pistol. Powers/Abilities; Vampire strength, vampire speed, and the ability to sprout fangs. Skills; Picking up girls, sarcasm, tracking
[align=center] [font=Georgia][color=white][size=4]Robby|Middle Name Unknown|Last Name Unknown[/size]
[size=3]Basics;[/size] [b]Age; 1,243 Years Old (Looks seventeen) Gender; Male Race; Demon Sub-Race; Refiri Rank; Warrior Appearance In Words; Robby, in his human form, is tall, muscular, and well-tanned. He has chiseled features, and close-cropped, dark blonde hair. He has eyes so dark, its impossible to define the irises from the pupils. He prefers to wear a black leather jacket, dark skinny jeans, black high tops, and usually wears a black T-shirt underneath his jacket.
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); Robby could technically be considered a nickname, but no other name is known to call him by. Personality; Robby is a demon. There's very little room for humanity in him. He was originally a hired assassin for the big groups with enemies, so he's got plenty of blood on his hands, and quite frankly, he doesn't care. He can be cold-hearted, ruthless, and extremely persistent. But, there are the rare moments when he opens up, though very few have seen those moments. ---Likes; Dark nights, training, working out, smoking, Claire ---Dislikes; Bright light, lazy people, D, Jason ---Strengths; Persistence, intelligence, strength of mind ---Weaknesses; Claire, ruthlessness, the holy cross
Sexuality; Heterosexual Crush; Claire Lover; N/A Family; Unknown History; Robby was a demon since birth, and for his entire life, basically, he was an assassin-for-hire, until he met Claire and her group. Since then, he's worked with them, grudgingly, and has, over time, developed a thing for Claire, though he may not even realize it.
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); Robby prefers to use two long daggers, and the occasional twenty-round pistol. Powers/Abilities; Robby, in his human form, has super-human strength, speed, agility, stamina, and the ability to fade into shadows. While in his demon form, the only difference is the ability to attack with fangs and claws. Skills; Stealth, tracking, interrogation, combat
[size=3]Basics;[/size] [b]Age; 18 Years Old Gender; Female Race; Waerie Sub-Race; Dragon-Human Hybrid Rank; Warrior Appearance In Words; D is a tall, tan girl, with long legs, and smoothly toned muscles. Her long, fiery red hair rolls down her back in glimmering cascades, and her amber eyes are beautifully almond-shaped. With a ski-slope nose, full lips, and high cheekbones, one could consider her beautiful. She can sprout large, scaly draconic wings, fangs, and claws at will.
[size=3]Personal;[/size] Nickname(s); D most likely stands for something, but what it actually stands for is unknown. Personality; Despite her intense beauty, inherited from her mother, D is nothing short of a bomb waiting to go off. With a fiery temper, punk attitude, and witty sarcasm, she has a particular fondness for black leather and cigarettes. She's always ready to fight, and she'll scream bloody murder if you touch her jacket. But despite her rough, bad-girl exterior, inside, if you can get that deep, she has a good heart, a dragon's heart, and a merciful side that rarely shows. ---Likes; Fights, fire, black leather, smoking, alcohol ---Dislikes; Being touched in a feelsy way, morons, water, cold, Jason, Robby ---Strengths; Fire-proof, fire-breathing, strength, stamina, speed, wit ---Weaknesses; Hot temper, lack of knowledge on most things
Sexuality; Heterosexual Crush; N/A Lover; N/A Family; Unknown History; D is a fairly young waerie, without much knowledge of the way her life will be, and there's not much to say about her life so far, except that she's been living on her own, after being kicked out by her human mother, who really should have known better than to get knocked up by a dragon in the first place.
[size=3]Defense;[/size] Weapon(s); Claws, fangs, and sometimes a pistol or sword. Powers/Abilities; D can breathe fire, has wings, claws, and fangs, super-human strength, enhanced speed, enhanced stamina, is fire proof, and is extremely heat-resistent. (Yes, there's a difference.) Skills; Sarcasm, fighting
[size=3]Other;[/size] Physical Problems; None Mental Diseases; It has long been suspected that D has ADHD.
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] Lila: *Uses telekinesis to turn all the bullets in the opposite direction* "Still pitiful."
I am not responsible for anything my character does or says. *Covers mouth with hand*[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: -40px; width: 200; height: 40;] [align=center][font=Ar Bonnie][color=white][size=4]So Wake Me Up When It's All Over,
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] So much gone. So much wasted. So much dead. So much living dead.
Even Liz, without sight, walking along the river, knew this. It was in the smell of the air, and the stillness of the forest. And it was in her heart, too- That gut-wrenching feeling one gets when so much blood is shed before them.
How long had it been, now? Five years, maybe? Yes, that was it- Five years since the outbreak. The disease reanimated corpses, reactivating their most primal instincts- To survive. They ate anything- Even humans. And there was no turning them back.
Liz had lost the few friends she'd had during that outbreak. But it was done and over now. She couldn't fix that, no matter how much she might want to. So, she wandered, from forgotten town to forgotten town, avoiding the hordes, and scavenging what she could.
But there was only so much a blind girl could do by herself, even one as capable as Liz. So here she was. Wandering the riverside, hoping food would come her way, with no sense of direction, or where the nearest long-forgotten road was.
A weak, vulnerable target, sure to attract unwanted attention. Liz shuddered, wrapping her arms around her chest. She didn't even want to think about it. That was not a pleasant thought. Pleasant thoughts only.
But there was nothing pleasant about this.
At last, exhausted and starved, she sank o the ground, pulling her knees up to her chest, and wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on top of her knee-caps, and shivering. The world was colder than it used to be- Either that or Liz was involuntarily traveling northward. She couldn't tell anymore.
Liz failed to notice the rustle in the bushes near the treeline, a few yards behind her.
[fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: -40px; width: 200; height: 40;] [align=center][font=Ar Bonnie][color=white][size=4]So Wake Me Up When It's All Over,
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] Claire stopped short, and turned her head, eyes narrowed, peering down an alley. Her skin crawled with a bad feeling. They were being watched. She could feel it in her very marrow. And not by friendly eyes, either, which would have been a lot more appreciated.
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] Lila: "That was rude." *Knocks trooper over with cane*
[fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: -40px; width: 200; height: 40;] [align=center][font=Ar Bonnie][color=white][size=4]So Wake Me Up When It's All Over,
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] ERMAHGAWD. Your charrie is sexy.
I'm such a fangirl of that actor, lolol. XD[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: -40px; width: 200; height: 40;] [align=center][font=Ar Bonnie][color=white][size=4]So Wake Me Up When It's All Over,
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] Now, now. I think Greeks are amazing. And I'm from the U.S. XD
I feel like saying something really random.
FOR AZGUARD! (Yes, I realize that's nor in any way Greek. :P)[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: -40px; width: 200; height: 40;] [align=center][font=Ar Bonnie][color=white][size=4]So Wake Me Up When It's All Over,
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] "No. Keep walking." Claire said tersely, stepping forward to block his view- And from something's view of him.
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] I HAVE BEEN SPARED!!! XD[/fancypost]
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[align=center][font=Georgia][color=white][size=5]Nevaiana[/size] Her Own Side 6,987 Years Old (Looks nineteen) Female Seer/Warrior/Sorceress True Seer/Waerie
Appearance: Nevaiana's appearance can be explained in two different ways- When she's wearing her cloak, and when she isn't.
When Nevaiana is wearing her cloak, she is often described as 'mysterious', 'eerie', and 'strange'.
The midnight-black cloth tightly hugs her shoulders, falling loosely down her body, and stopping just above her ankles. Her arms lie beneath the cloak, which gives no indication of her bodily shape, except perhaps her chest.
Her large, cavernous hood hides the majority of her face in deep shadow, except her pale, full lips, where the shadows do not quite reach. What little of her pale face can be seen is pale, her skin flawless, though in the shadows, it is often hard to tell.
She is rarely seen with shoes on, no matter what, and three onyx ankle bracelets adorn her thin, pale ankles- Two on the right, one on the left.
When Nevaiana isn't wearing her cloak, she is either described as 'beautiful', or 'terrifying'- It often depends where you're looking.
Beneath her cloak, she wears a few tightly-sewn bands of black cotton around her chest, revealing most of her belly, and a skirt that resembles something a gypsy would wear. Its main part is shrt, stopping at her mid-thighs, and circles around her fully. Two long piece of black cotton are sewn onto the rim of the skirt, both ends each, and hang down in ruffled loops, the longest part of the loops coming down to her knees. (It is really hard to explain how that skirt looks. >_<)
Her legs are long, smooth, and flawless, vanishing underneath her skirt. Her waist is slim, and just as pale as the rest of her. Her arms are long and slender, though they have an incredible strength that shouldn't be underestimated. Her fingers are long and pale, elegant, yet bone-chillingly strong.
Her shoulders are slim, and her frame is small, giving her an almost fragile appearance- But it should never be underestimated. Finely-toned muscles lay just beneath the surface of her pale, flawless skin, hard, and densely-packed.
Her pale, full lips are naturally tipped slightly downwards at the corners, giving her face a feel that makes one think they've done something wrong. Her long, dark hair frames her pale, fine-boned face, falling down to her waist in glossy layers.
Her 'ski slope' nose is petite, and round at the tip, although narrow in the bridge. Her cheeks are high-boned, and tight against her bones, giving her chin and jaw sharp angles. Her eyebrows are thin and dark, perched a moderate distance above her almond-shaped eyes.
Despite her obvious beauty, it is her eyes that she seeks to hide beneath her hood, and it is her eyes that terrify those who look upon her face.
Her eyes are completely black, with no feeling whatsoever in their dark depths. They remind one of a demon's eyes, and you can never tell who or what she's looking at, because there is only a dark nothingness.
And so, she masks her features beneath the cloak.
Personality: Nevaiana is a dark, mysterious figure. Not much is known about her, really, and wherever she goes, an eerie, chilling air of death and terror follows her. Over the years, her appearance anywhere has always been a sign of ill omen, or so the superstitious folk say.
She can be extremely wraith-like, silent and secretive, or she can make good use of a sarcastic tongue, well-developed over the years. She wants nothing from life, because she has gone on existing for so long that all she'd really want is to grow old and die like other humans- But that is one wish she can never have.
She usually keeps her thoughts to herself, unless it is absolutely necessary to share her opinion. She generally avoids people, and people will generally avoid her, so all is fair in love and war. Nevaiana makes a point not to get involved in the affairs of others, unless it could potentially endanger people on a larger scale than usual.
Despite her dark, mysterious exterior, she has a good heart, more than one might think, and although her actions may seem treacherous, deceitful or even cruel, every action, every word, every thought, always leads to the safety of those around her, though they may not always realize it.
Nevaiana does not seek trust. She does not seek companionship. She does not seek love. She seeks nothing, and is doomed to wander for eternity. But it will be an eternity well-spent making the world a better place, if she can help it. ---Likes: Being alone, darkness, food ---Dislikes: Crowded places, bright light, chatty people ---Strengths: Intelligent, strong, fast, clever, witty ---Weaknesses: Anti-social, bottled-up emotions
Abilities: Nevaiana can do many, many things- One thing in specific happens to be seeing the future, or 'Remembering,' as she prefers to call it. She can also communicate with the spirits of the deceased, and can control the forces of nature, as well as use telepathy, telekinesis, and levitate. Weapon(s): Nevaiana prefers to use twin dual swords.
History: Nevaiana's history is completely and totally unknown. The only clue to her past is the pendant swinging from her neck.
[fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: -40px; width: 200; height: 40;] [align=center][font=Ar Bonnie][color=white][size=4]So Wake Me Up When It's All Over,
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] "If you insist on walking into the same alleyway as a demon, be my guest." Claire said flatly, turning to walk away, face emotionless, eyes hard and watching, shoving her hands back into her pockets.
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] It's Punki, if you don't mind, but you can call me Funki, too, lol.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] Liz turned, blinking, listening to the rip of sharp edge meeting rotting flesh. She blinked once, straining to use her senses to determine who- or what- had decided to drop in on her. Another survivor? Those were pretty rare.
A zombie?
That seemed most likely, and Liz leaned backwards, wary of coming face-to-face with something that wanted to bite her head off.
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] As a response, Claire stopped, and turned around. "You won't survive five minutes by yourself." She muttered, mostly to herself, before turning back around, and continuing forward, moving with a graceful purpose to her step.
He's never going to learn at this rate. She concluded, giving her head a small shake.
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] It's a pretty awesomesauce place. The inventing grounds of awesomesauce, actually. 8) XD[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] That'sa beautiful way to put it, lol. 'Her eyes didn't seem to..see, but they did, just not...like his.'[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] Liz blinked, processing this information. Zombies didn't talk. Zombies also didn't feel fear. An actual survivor? Relief suddenly flooded through her. At least she was not so alone anymore.
Carefully, she rose to her feet, and took a few unsteady steps in the direction of the voice. It sounded male. A boy?
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 125px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] ... I'm resisting the urge to chuck Nyan Cat Rainbows at you.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=LEAVE BLANK; bordercolor=LEAVE BLANK; borderwidth=1px; height: 280px; width: 160px; overflow: auto;][font=Georgia][color=white] "No, you didn't. For one thing, your brothers were there. For another, a human's home is sacred grounds- No demon may enter uninvited. You were never in danger there, which was why I chose to leave." Claire said, looking over her shoulder at him.
"And your wit could be of better use elsewhere than your sarcastic tongue." She added, before turning her head forward once more.