Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Faithy's Hodgepodge of Characters.

Faithy

Faithy

I say I am fine, but I am drowning.
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Deceased - This post through page twenty = her murder by Eloi
Name: Valentina Rosetti
Real name: Valarie Sternberg
Alias: "petite fleur"- Little Flower, "ma dulce" - my sweet, 'petite morte', or little death.
Gender: Female
Age when turned: 9
Actual Age: 9 due to just being turned...
Race: Vampire


Physical Description:

Her lavender hair drapes down to just above her shoulders, while her bangs dip slightly into her eyes. Her pale face is round, and soft, due to the fact that she is forever nine years old. Long thick lashes curl up, expanding wide dark purple/lavender eyes. If one were to look within them, they would feel as if they were falling forever, drowning in a sea of blackness. The only other marking upon her face are two dimples that are only visible whenever she smiles, which is generally all the time. Valentina’s feminine frame stands at a mere 4’1 and despite her childlike appearance she is extremely toned and strong. Whenever she has just fed, her face has color, and there is a rosy shade to her dimpled cheeks.

She likes to dress as an innocent little girl in pinks, and lace and bows. Also, her attire consists of a pair of legging that matches her dark purple under-dress. The under-dress drapes down a little past her knees and the top part is like a sleeveless shirt, but it fastens with a criss-cross design with pure silk ribbons. The rest of the dress is a lighter shade and has intricate adornments on the front from the bottom of the sternum to mid-chest. The top of it wraps around her upper arms. Around her waist is a thin dark purple almost brown belt. Dress! On her cute little feet are a pair of black Mary Jane dress shoes that are far more comfortable than they look.

However she will also wear comfortable jeans or shorts depending on the weather. She has any color imaginable to man and all of them are in perfect condition. If at any time her clothes are ruined, she gives them to Red Cross to reintegrate them into the system. Going with the jeans, she wears pretty much any type of cute t-shirts or tanks and ensures that they too are in good shape. Her tennis shoes are perfect, just like her clothes and she goes to great lengths to keep them clean. She has tons of shoes and of course, boots for hiking and what not. Finishing out the outfit are two different forms of outwear. The first is a long metallic blue jacket that rests a few inches below her knees and has a collar. The second is a black hooded cloak that when properly fastened with the black buttons and loops give a shadowy appearance allowing her to hide easily. Valentina wears a simple black choker that looks more like a belt than anything else. She also has a pair of wire rimmed sunglasses with black lenses

Wings!

Outstretched from behind her is a set of wings. The wing on the left is black while the one on the right is white. The wings appeared right after she was turned and although no one could explain why, she decided that it was a gift from her sire. Unable to make them disappear, Valentina has no qualms with letting them show, but she has upon occasion fastened them down beneath her jacket.
Equipment
Barrettes/Hair Ties: Valentina has countless number of bunny barrettes in her arsenal. She also has a number of ribbons of all different colors, although the majority of them are purple to match her dress

NomNom: Another piece of equipment is her pure white kitty with beautiful blue eyes. The kitty, named NomNom has a purple bow around its neck and loves lying in Valentina’s lap. In addition to the real kitty, she has a plushie replica of NomNom, which she sleeps with. More importantly, NomNom can morph into a ginormous strong and deadly White Siberian Tiger. As a tiger, NomNom is almost as tall as a SUV, and his fangs and claws elongate much like a Sabertooth tiger. While in this form, his flesh has all but rotted off, and he salivates poison that is constantly dripping from his fangs. His speed is twice as fast as a cheetah despite looking like a zombie. NomNom is in reality, a homunculi formed from her practice in the dark arts. The signs of rot and decay are testament to her imperfect skill at the time of his creation. However, when in kitty form, he’s absolutely CUTE and ADORABLE! Only when he’s in the other form is he rotting.

Band: Around her left foot is a platinum gold locking band that sits slightly above her ankle. This band is far from ordinary, and was passed down to her from the individual that sired her. It is filled with the eldritch powers of eons long past, and protects her physically from attacks. While it cannot protect her from everything, it lessens the blow, and allows her time to fight back.

Throwing Knives: 6 silver-plated throwing knives are sporadically placed on her body, but nowhere that would touch flesh.

Spell Book: This book stores her dark arts, and allows her to access hundreds upon hundreds of spells. It has a locking mechanism that only she can open, and if anyone else happened to get it open, they would only see black pages. All she has to do is speak the phrase of the spell, and it automatically opens to that page, and begins the spell creation.

Charm Bracelet: On her right wrist is a bracelet that has a variety of different charms upon it. Each charm on the charm bracelet corresponds to a different magical ability she can use at whim. Like a little dog allows her to summon lycanthropes from another world: giant, feral werewolves ready to tear flesh at her command. Or a dollhouse lets her throw up a protective telekinetic shield. A pair of dice allows her to increase her luck, or the luck of those around her, half a heart allows her to flow necrotic energy into NomNom, healing his zombified tiger body, a pair of cherries allows her to quell her own blood-thirst so that she can think, even when provoked into a feeding frenzy

History
Valerie Sternberg was born to a normal set of middle class parents that like most others, wanted the best for their only child. The family did the things that other families did, such as going to the park to play, visiting the nearby zoo, and of course, playtime with other families. In fact, Valerie’s life as a child was almost too perfect. She had an extremely close relationship not only with her parents, but with her entire extended family as well. Cousins were constantly coming over to play, and she would spend a month each summer at her grandparents. Well, two months a summer since she had to spend a month with each set of grandparents. At each set, Val had tons of friends, and was always doing some sort of activity. Kindergarten was a breeze for the gifted little girl, and she was quite content doing tons of extracurricular activities, even at such a young age. Every night after dinner and dessert, they would go out on walks, and explore the woods that surrounded their neighborhood. This continued even when they moved to a new place miles away from their old neighborhood. When Valerie turned nine, they decided to take a new route, and soon found themselves trekking down a particularly scary path. It was this night that would change her life forever. All at once, they were attacked by a form that was nothing more than a blur. The way it moved entranced Valerie, and she couldn’t help but watch even as her parents were brutally slaughtered in front of her. When the creature turned towards her, the only thing the kid could do was let out a little squeak. Her feet felt planted to the ground, and even if she could run, it was obvious that it could move much faster than her little legs could.

It’s all over…

As the thing was just about to leap on her, another form suddenly appeared. The two fought, but the newer arrival was obviously stronger than the other. Before justice could be dispatched, the weaker being disappeared in a burst of mist. Valerie couldn’t move, and as the strange female turned to glance at her, she immediately felt relief. This sensation continued even as the black haired woman moved closer, and Sternberg wasn’t sure if the red streaks were hair color or blood. Without a word, the lithe woman picked her up, and stepped through a strange black opening. It wasn’t long that Valerie fainted, and when she woke up, the orphan found herself in the middle of a colossal house that soon would become her permanent dwelling. The savior that had saved her stepped into the room, and introduced herself as Lily Rosetti. She quickly explained that the creature that had dispatched Valerie’s parents was a rogue vampire, while she was a vampire that had control over her bloodlust. She also explained that no one knew exactly what she was, except the people residing in this house, and that this was to be Valerie’s new home. The small child took it all in, and it was apparent that she was smarter than anyone her age.

“I’m sure you need time to think things over. If you wish to go to an orphanage, just tell me, and someone will drop you off. However, I’m offering you a chance in the lifetime. Think of all the things you could do if given the chance.”

With that, Lily stepped out, and left Valerie alone. Sitting in the middle of a queen sized bed, she wasn’t sure exactly what to do. The thought of being a vampire instantly intrigued her, simply because in her mind, if she became one, she would be able to understand why one would go rouge and why her parents had to die. To the left of her bed was a nightstand with a book placed carefully on it, and Val picked up the piece of literature, and snuggled down beneath the covers for some reading. The entirety of the tome was all about vampires, and after reading for the entire night, and most of the next day, she knew almost everything there was to know. She then spent the remainder of the day mourning the loss of her parents, but knew that she simply couldn’t go back to her other family, because the murderer was still alive, and that needed to change. Later that night, Valerie found Lily in another part of the house, and made the decision to become a vampire. Not one to reject a vengeful child, since at one point in time, she was the same way, Lily bit down gently on Valerie’s neck, and fed. She then cut her own wrist, allowing her vampiric blood to flow into the nine-year-old’s mouth.

“Valarie Sternberg is no more. You are now Valentina Rosetti, little one.”
 
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Name: Zoe Starwind
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Physical Description:

Standing at 170cm (5ft 6) and weighing in at 52kgs (114lbs), Zoe was always accused of having an eating disorder. Ignoring the insane desires of her foster mother and father to get beefed up along with doctor’s orders to increase her intake of food, she instead focused on working out to create a lean tanned figure that could be used in self-defense if necessary. Bright reddish-brown eyes could occasionally be spotted through bangs of her red hair while the rest of her locks flow down to the mid of her back. She has a tattoo of a red star with a black outline on the back of her left shoulder.

She wears a tight black sleeveless shirt along with matching black pants. The shirt has red trimming around the neckline as well as the armpit sections. Her footwear consists of a pair of black boots that buckle at the very top, almost like the old school Velcro tennis shoes. She wears a red belt around her waist to hold one of her guns along with a black belt to hold up her pants as well as holding more weapons. She has a long black duster/coat that helps hide her weapons. Also dresses like the picture 'n junk.

Personality Description:

Cool and collect, Zoe always seems to know what to do when faced with an adverse situation. She’s slightly cocky and self-assured, but only when she has experience in what she’s doing. She seems to be able to make friends and enemies without any effort and often times it is her new-found friends that wind up giving her enemies.

Character Equipment:

Gloves: She wears a pair of red and black gloves that have circular discs in the palms. The discs are made of indestructible material and can be used to create a shield around her body or to stop an object coming towards her.

Caster gun: A specially made weapon that fires caster shells. She has every number that has been made, even the three most powerful ones.

7.62-mm Dragunov sniper rifle sniper optical sight PSO-1 with a silencer: The sniper rifle uses rifle cartridges with ordinary, tracer and armour-piercing-incendiary bullets or rifle sniper cartridges. The fire is delivered in single shots. The optical sight permits to conduct night firing at infrared sources and under bad conditions of illumination, when it is difficult to fire at targets with the open sight. When observing the infrared sources, the rays radiated by the source pass through the sight objective and affect the screen, located in the focal plane of the objective lens. In place of acting the infrared rays luminescence appears on the screen. It results in a visible source image in the form of a round greenish spot.

22” folded steal blade sword: The hilt has a crystal where the blade connects. Wrapped around the blade is a design of a dragon

Knife: A simple knife used for a number of tasks that her sword is too large for.

Character History:

Michael and Makela McCoy adopted Zoe when she was three years old from a rundown orphanage that burned down to the ground days later. Even though they loved her like their own, the two knew someday she would realize that their blonde hair and blue eye exterior was far different from her own. So, when she was eight, they sat her down and had the talk about her journey thus far. Even though they did not know who her real parents were, they vowed to give her all the funds necessary to find them, if she wanted to. Naturally, the youth was curious about her origin and set out at the age of eleven to locate them. Using funds from her parents, she scoured the world, trying to find something to go off on. When she turned sixteen she found out that her real parents were dead and that she had an older brother. So, turning her search from locating them to determining his location, Zoe caught ships to other worlds. It was during these trips that Michael and Makela were in a freak accident aboard a cruise and died along with the other 300,000 passengers. Now completely alone, she is desperate to find a familiarity in such a cold world. The more she traveled around, the more trouble she seemed to get herself into. Each time she found herself in trouble, she somehow managed to get out of it, as if Lady Luck herself was on her side. However, she felt as if her luck was quickly running out.
 
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Name: Alysa Jayse
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Physical Description: Beautiful emerald eyes peer intently out between elongated lashes, which begin black but as they extend out, lighten to a reddish shade. Strands of faintly wavy crimson locks flutter against the sides of her pale face, the rest spreading out across her shoulders in order to rest against her lower back. Even if one were to look closely, not a single imperfection could be seen anywhere on her flesh, save the sporadically placed freckles across her nose. Of course, that didn’t mean she was without scars, because that wasn’t true, but her face had none, though her arms had a few from fights with strangers in the street. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. At first impression, the very young looking female would appear too dainty to be a fighter. Every curve and strategically placed body part is there for a reason and she uses her looks as a deceiver. Beneath the feminine flesh reins a beast that’s waiting patiently to be unleashed, literally. Though she doesn’t have bulky muscles, every inch of her is toned.

On normal occasions she often wears a black shirt. The front closes with a silver zipper that runs from the very bottom to the top. Beneath the shirt is a pair of shorts that goes down a little past the shirt. She alternates the shorts with a pair of jeans, which flaunt her luscious curves. Finishing out the outfit is a pair of black thigh high boots with five inch chunky heels that show off just how long and toned her legs truly are. When she’s wearing her jeans, she also wears a body fitting armor that although looks thin, it is very durable and can withstand a lot.

She has a butterfly tattoo on the right side of her waist. The butterfly colors consist of reddish-pink, blue, light blue, black, purple and light purple.

Personality: Due to her childhood, Alysa can be quite aloof towards strangers, especially those that portray an abusive trait. That isn't to say that she's a frightened individual because there are times when she is quite sarcastic and upon occasion has spoken without thinking, both traits getting her into trouble more than once. She's carefree when with Caitia, the two best buds despite their different upbringing and status quo.

History:

Since the moment Alysa was born, her father Markus constantly told her that she was a massive mistake. He oozed with distain towards her and she lost count of the number of times he attempted to assassinate her. Juliana, her mother was the only caring immediate family member she had. If she was a mistake, Juliana never mentioned it. In fact, whenever Markus spoke against Alysa, her mother faced his wrath and rebutted him. Of course, this made the controlling man rather pissed off and ultimately led to Juliana’s downfall. The jerk hired a hit man to kill the two females in his life, but the idiot wasn’t a professional. Instead of hitting either one, he nailed one of the servants in the head. The poor man was found floating in a nearby lake, his body missing important pieces. The next assassin that was hired was an expert marksman and though he missed Alysa, her mother wasn’t as lucky.

A year after her mother was killed, when Alysa was five, her father was also attacked in the home and slaughtered while she was away at a friend’s house. Every night around eight O’clock he settled himself down in the den, drank many glasses of his own special formula while his hired prostitutes would pleasure him on his command. Around midnight, he would be passed out drunk and the girls would be long gone, each locating a servant to cure their horny bodies. Someone else had been paying attention to his routine and after he was alone, they crept into the house. To keep him from moving, the stranger tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, using his own belts in addition to giving him something to suppress the ability to shift. Once confident that he was secure, the attacker gagged his mouth with a pillow case. Knowing that it would be more satisfactory for him if he was awake, he slapped him until Markus struggled to open his eyes. A number of emotions slid across his eyes, easily read by the assassin. This of course pleased the sadist immensely. When he realized he was tied down and gagged, the verbally abusive male used all of his strength to try and break free. He quickly found out that he couldn’t and though he didn’t quit immediately, it was obvious in his facial expression that he knew he was doomed.

Picking up a dagger from the nightstand, the unknown male traced it down Markus’ neck. His discomfort made a sinister grin appear upon his face and without warning; he cut open his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. The edge of the weapon pressed against him, the tip beginning just below his throat. Before he could even scream, the male had forced the blade through his skin and flesh, forcing the thing as deep as he could while cutting down to his navel. Blood and guts spewed from the wound, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. The killer was soon making deep gashes on his arms, legs, and sides, ignoring his muffled screaming. The more he cut, the more Markus shouted and begged for him to stop. The sheets, floor, and of course the masked male’s clothing was covered in crimson goodness. Yanking so that his guts were spewed outside of his body, the assassin moved back to his chest. Re-positioning the knife above his heart, the sadist made a crude circle and cut out the flesh to get down to his ribcage before breaking the bones in his way. Reaching down, he yanked it out, holding it in his hand for a brief second. Sneering at his dying form, the death dealer slammed the heart down to the ground, smashing it with a chair.

Once satisfied the beast wasn’t going to return to life, the assassin left the way he came, leaving a grisly crime scene.

Due to the amount of hatred Markus received, no one checked on him in the morning and it was Alysa that found his corpse. After calling the police, she packed a bag and ran away, scared that she would be thrown into an orphanage or slaughtered due to what she was. Not to mention being afraid that the killer would come back for her. She felt no sadness for the loss of her father, only fear that the same thing would happen to her. It was around that time that she was found by the Scions and instead of killed, was taken into their pack to be raised with them.
 
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Daughter of Jacques Chevrier
Bloodstone Pack
Citizen of the Lutetian City State of Issunar​

Name: Aimée Chevrier
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Her hair is a silky smooth dark shade of black that hangs down loosely in layers her rear end. The sides of her hair feather down around her dimple induced cheeks, while her bangs cover her forehead and extend beyond her eyes. The light dusting of freckles beneath her eyes as well as across her nose, gives her a more youthful appearance, which she often uses to her advantage. Her eyes are two pools of Prussian blue medium shaped ovals that when stared at long enough, give off the sensation of drowning in a deep lake. Her eyelashes extenuate her eyes, giving her a wide innocent look that is used to draw in the unsuspecting as a defense. Despite the four-inch scar along the left side of her ribs, her tanned skin is the perfect shade that most teenagers want. It is neither too dark nor is it too white.

More ought than naught, Aimée wears nothing other than ribbed wife beater tanks or spaghetti strapped short tanks. Along with the tanks, she either wears shorts, regular low rise, hip hugger jeans or hip hugger cargo pants, depending on her mood. The jacket she most often wears is metallic blue, which has tons of inner pockets to hide different items including weapons, if necessary. She wears black or red skintight boots that have a rugged non-slip 2+-wedge platform outsole. The boots lace up the front and stop mid-shin. She also wears what's in the picture.

Accessories: Aimée wears a purple and black butterfly choker around her neck that matches the tattoo on her ankle, a silver bracelet with a small watch, and has a pair of square wire framed sunglasses with red lenses. She also has what's shown in the picture.
 
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Name: Kimi Taiya Aiko
Nickname: Tai
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Physical Description

Kimi’s 6 foot frame is small to medium, not as muscular as most trained fighters, but she has an overall muscular appearance. Her abs are firm, packed with muscle as are her arms and legs, making her stronger than she appears. Her light tanned, appears to be darker in the light, and lighter in the dark, much like a chameleon. Aiko’s red hair goes down to her mid back and offsets her blue eyes.

The main thing is the backpack she always carries with her no matter where she is going she doesn't leave without it. Around her neck is a silver chain necklace with the design of a dragon intertwined into it. The bracelet on her right arm has the same design, as does the ring on her left pinky. She has a tattoo across her right shoulder of a dragon and butterfly tattoo on the right side above her waist of her pants. Depending on the day and activity, her clothing can change randomly. When she is looking for a job that is not fighting, she tends to dress up, wearing a red or baby blue sundress with spaghetti straps that comes to her mid thighs. During those days, she wears red or baby blue sandals to match the dresses. She also wears a hooded cloak that goes to her knees to match the dresses and sandals. When she is not looking for a job, she dresses a bit more comfortably. Generally, she wears blue pants that are low-cut to show off her abs, a red "boy" beater tank, a black leather crop jacket that comes slightly above her waist. The back of the jacket has "When I snap... you'll be the first to know“. Sleek black combat type boots complete the outfit.

Personality Description

Though for the most part Kimi is a serious eighteen year old, she has the ability to make any situation light and it’s often said that her laughter makes the heart lighten and things seem bright even in the darkest time. She tries her best to follow her heart and even when it gets her into trouble, she feels that she’s doing the right thing. She’s a fighter and isn’t a quitter and unless forced to quit the task, she keeps going until it’s completed.

Skills/Powers/Abilities

Go fuck yourself: Kimi has an unnatural way with words and is highly efficient in getting someone to do something they normally wouldn’t. Her persuasion also works as a defense if she chooses her words carefully. Thanks to the strange meteor, the coaxing goes beyond words to a psionic suggestive level. If she is not careful, she can influence or even control a person to do something they normally wouldn’t do. For instance, if she were to say the phrase “go jump off a tall building,” the person she was talking to would do just that. This is done subconsciously and could lead to full on mind-control/telepathy in the future. Her highly intellectual mind allows her to process situations quickly and it sifts through tons of information to use the most appropriate phrase. This also extends to technological matters.

Just a female: If Wonder Woman was forced to live in where Aiko was living, she would be just like Kimi. Being a female has an abundance of advantages especially in the fighters ring. Men tend to believe that they are better than women, especially young adults in everything and Kimi enjoys proving the bastards wrong on a daily basis. Also, strange things have been occurring, such as the ability to override the physical limitation signals her mind gives out regarding muscle use. Due to this override, she can push her strength into the superhuman category without any stress or injury thanks to her accelerated healing.

Damn booboo, I’ll fix you: She has an acute knowledge of all first aid techniques , and can fix up anything from broken bones to deep cuts. She isn’t a healer, but has saved tons of lives with her quick thinking and her supply of first aid kits. Kimi has accelerated healing, which allows her to use every ounce of her energy and body as necessary since she heals subconsciously as the muscles become broken down. In addition, she has the capacity to heal others by regulating and speeding up their body’s natural healing process. However, there is only so much she has tapped into.

Oops, did I shoot you?: Kimi has subconscious telekinetic powers that she uses without knowing, making her accuracy infallible and the force of her thrown weapons or shots backed by various degrees of telekinetic force dependent on her focus. Aiko has the ability to enforce her will on the environment around her utilizing her thoughts. This will eventually become full-blown telekinesis, but as of now she just focuses it when shooting or throwing. Kimi also has the ability to fix broken guns, or create a gun out of scraps found out and about.

Equipment

Backpack: It has no specialness aside from being able to hold a great deal of stuff. She seems to have everything under the sun shoved into the red ‘n black backpack ranging from first aid equipment to extra clips for her gun.

Browning: Shortly after her parents were killed, she picked up a black Hi-Power Mark III 9mm Browning. There is nothing special to the gun. Its magazine capacity is 10 and it weighs 2lbs. She has extra clips stored in the backpack.

Fighting Gloves: Covering her hands are two specialized gloves contain a group of hidden blades that slide forward over her knuckles with the simple flick of her wrist. Both these blades are made of a hybrid alloy and are not easily broken even by the most forceful of methods. When she isn’t using the blades, the gloves themselves are made of strong material, keep her hands protected, and give her an extra umph when fighting.

History

Born in Lósénji, she didn't have a chance to really enjoy it. Her parents were both travelers that never really stayed in one place for long. Whenever they would go back to Lósénji she would always run away for weeks at a time, refusing to go to the next place. Whenever she ran away, she always went to a waterfall where she trained in the different fighting types she saw on television. Just before she turned nine, Kimi came across a strange glowing meteor near the fall, and without even thinking about it, reached her child fingers out, touching it. The moment her appendages came into contact with the strange object, a flash occurred and the force sent her into the water. An unknown figure saved her from drowning, but was gone before she fully woke back up. Deciding to head home without investigating further, she decided to tell no one. When she turned 10, her parents moved with her back to Lósénji. Knowing it was against her mother and father’s wishes she began to fight older children, generally winning but coming away with bruises and occasionally a broken bone. Eventually her parents allowed her to do as she pleased constantly wishing they could have changed her childhood. One night on the way home from a dinner party both of her parents were violently attacked in their car and killed. Left alone to fend for herself she moved into a crappy apartment since that was all she could afford with what money her parents had left. Every day she was forced to constantly look for a job. More importantly however was the constant need to survive and stay alive, making her glad that she had learned to fight when she did. She eventually heard about the street fighting and took part of it occasionally. Only when things were really tight, which was really quite often, would she fight. She normally won and that wasn't the problem, the problem was that she wanted to get a real job and please the spirits of her parents. It was during her fighting that something began to occur. Odd things were becoming evident, and Kimi set out to find answers to what was going on.
 
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Name: Jimmy Ó’Suaird

Age: 20

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Though Jimmy was a blonde from the moment he was yanked from his mother’s womb, the shade lasted only a few years. As he grew older, the ebony color of his hair seemed to match the mysterious persona that surrounded him at all times. Emerald like eyes shone even in the darkest of nights, though most of the time his right eye was hidden beneath unruly bangs that never could be tamed. Parts of his locks rested against the back of his neck, just below his ears. Standing at 6 feet exactly, he weighs in about 165 pounds, the majority of that muscle mass. What few freckles he had were scattered across his flawless face and the only other markings upon it were two dimples located on either side of his mouth, visible of course only when he was smiling.


History: Jimmy was born to Nicole and James Ó’Suaird on May 19th during one of the worst storms known to man. His mother died during childbirth and his father decided the best option would be to give him over to the church to become a Paladin so that the family had something positive to talk about instead of his wife's death.
 
Name: Arabella Lucroy
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Physical Description:
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Personality: The eternal optimist, Arabella came to Tiranoth to start a new life. In truth, she has been through a lot since her birth and because of her experiences, her attitude and personality has bounced around much like a rubber ball on a tile floor, though somehow she managed to remain optimistic that things would be better. Once upon a time, she was a sweet girl and protected the weak. However, the changed when she saw just what was going on with the church and the more battles she participated in, the more skewed her perceptions of people became.

”And how would you describe me? Be honest now.”

The form shivering in the chair seemed to lift up his head a moment before dropping it back down against his chest. His arms were tied up behind him and his feet tied up to the legs of the chair. The only thing free was his head and instead of holding it high, opted to stare at the floor. Blood caked the man’s forehead and both arms along with the area beneath him. Finally, he cleared his throat in order to answer the question for he feared she would harm him more if he didn’t although it was obvious that if he was honest, it would be painful.

”I will regret this, but I must speak the truth. To your enemy you are a cold-hearted individual who takes no prisoners. You do not fear much of anything and you do not stop what you are doing until the task is done. You believe that if anyone is to be tortured, you ought to be doing the torture. You have obviously had a hard life and perhaps it truly is your parents fault.”

Truth be known, what was said is true. To her enemies she is a storm just waiting to rage. The same could be said about strangers that she suspects to be untrustworthy. To her friends whom she dubbed her true family, she is a kind, caring individual who spends more time worrying about them than herself. Unable to find a happy medium between the two, Arabella deals with what comes simply by taking one day at a time. She is a warrior and gains experience and new techniques with each battle she lives through.

Specialties:

Hand of Blood: Despite the name, Arabella doesn’t have to touch her opponent with this attack. With a mere thought, she can open up any wound, no matter how long ago it occurred. However, she has to be within a certain distance in order to reopen a closed wound and the closer she gets to her victim, the more damage could be done. In addition, she can cut open the flesh and make it so that the gashes will not close, but that takes immense concentration.

Feast of Fear: Using her mind, Arabella can feed off the human or immortal mind. The stronger the fear, the more is takes. She doesn’t just rely on their ability to fear things, but she causes them to face their worst fears, though she almost always makes them worse than they really are.
History:

Arabella had no complaints as young child, though her parents were involved in some crazy illegal excursions. That came to bit them all in the butt, but not for many years later. She was twenty-one and working in her parent's workshop when a group of vigilantes came rushing into the place, busting everything up. Her parents rushed forward to try and appease the individuals, which only managed to get them killed. 'Bella managed to make it out of the shop alive minutes before it was set on fire, the flames licking the sky above. Stumbling into the alley, she wiped the blood off her forehead, the crimson fluid burning her eyes. She leaned against the nearby brick wall, panting heavily, though she knew that sticking around would be a nail in her coffin if the bastards found her. Stumbling forward once again, Arabella found herself being bagged over the head and knocked out. When she woke up, the young adult found herself in an underground room, her neck bandaged up. Passing out again, it would be days before she woke up, craving blood like something fierce. It was about that time the people from the shop appeared and explained just what they were and what they had done to her. The now Vampire remained with them for a couple dozen years before she moved on to Tiranoth, needing a fresh start where no one knew her.
 
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Name: Gemma Schuyler
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Physical Description:
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Personality Description: For the longest time, hatred filled every inch of her body. The emotion was first targeted at her mother because Gemma felt the woman left the family prematurely. The rage then shifted towards the social people that ripped her apart from her siblings. It found a new outlet whenever she was forced to begin schooling. The rage then took a backseat to delinquent behaviors and that spread into bad choices. The anger appeared again when she was kidnapped. Now, Gem is a much calmer individual who spends the majority of her time looking after others. She’s outgoing for the most part, but will drop back into shy mode or, non-compliant mode whenever threatened. Very complex, she flip-flops from being happy to being pissed off randomly and without a bit of cause. A lot of the time, she drops into depression mainly due to being lonely. Since she was hurt as a child, she is very slow to accept someone’s help and she most definitely doesn’t leap into a relationship.

History: **Deleted due to someone hacking into the system.**
 
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Laylah Solaris
Age: 21
Species: Ocell
Nationality: Avengarde

Occupation: Protector

Even as a child, Laylah made it a point to protect those less capable than her. Despite knowing that being a protector was her destiny, Laylah knew better than to go against what career path had been assigned to her family. Luck was on her side however, because she was able to do what she had dreamed about as a child. In time and despite her young age, the young adult became not just a fierce warrior, but a protector of all those that needed it. To those that she protected, Laylah was a hero and well admired, but of course to those that wished to do harm upon the innocent, she was a thorn in the side.
 
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Mia Marquis **DECEASED**
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Place of Birth: Lutetia
Occupation: Proselyte

Physical Appearance: Mia is in need of a tan, something she had been working on for quite a while, though every summer ended the same, her tan would fade away, leaving her white. Long wavy blonde hair which swayed over her shoulders often covered her emerald eyes. As for clothing, when not forced to wear the assigned uniform, Mia wears an outfit that consists of a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with some kind of graphic on it, and a pair of Adidas tennis shoes. When it’s cold, she has a black leather jacket and a cute knit hat. In addition upon occasion, she wears a pair of leather boots that stop just above her knee, halfway up her thigh. On one of her thighs, she has a strap to hold a dagger and wears a brown leather belt across her hips for her sword. Across her forehead is a golden headpiece with an emerald in the middle.

Personality: Mia's traditional and mildly conservative, but loves to kick back and play pranks, especially on the unsuspecting. Her carefree personality tends to come out more when she’s around her mother, while she is more reserved and quiet while among her father. This split personality tends to happen around others, depending on how they act around her. She is really experienced at blending in with her surroundings, and like her mother, is truly happy only while actively involved in something constructive.

History: In order to keep her life private, Mia has told many different stories regarding her history. The more the rumors spread, the more people began to wonder if she even knew where she was born. Even more mysterious than her birthplace was the fact that no one knew who her parents were. Once again, the rumors ran rapid and it even was suggested she just fell out of the heavens. Mia didn’t bother correcting them because it really wasn’t any of their business. The truth regarding her parents was far weirder than what the gossip was implying and she didn’t want to tell anyone just how simple her life had been. Well, as simple as it could be considering who or rather, what her father truly was. Her mother was just as strange, but that was mainly because she was a free spirited woman. Whether or not they were dead wasn't clear to the teenager and all the Monastery would tell her was that she just appeared one day when she was eight-years-old and had been there ever since. The last she remembered was visiting Fontainebleu for some reason and then waking up at the medical building at the Monastery.

Mia often chills with two other proselytes, Neera Sol and Souci Lemieux. They've been buds since an early age and are rarely apart.
 
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Gabrielle LeBeau
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human with mutant abilities.


Physical Description: Gabrielle who is unnaturally tall for her age stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 137. Her slender, tan, and toned lithe frame is perfect for modeling, which is what she happens to do as a profession. Long brunette hair sweeps across her shoulders, draping down to her mid-back. Her eyes match her hair though they are a bit lighter with a slightly purpleish tint to them thanks to the red eyes of her father. She generally wears blue jeans and a white button up t-shirt, though the color of the shirt would change depending on her mood. While modeling however, her clothing depended on whatever she was given to wear. Her footwear is a simple pair of tennis shoes that are generally rugged and worn in.


Personality Description: Gabrielle is a generally go-lucky gal who was fortunate to have life handed to her since her mother basically attempted to live her life through Gabrielle's. Born with exquisite looks, she won pageant after pageant and at the age of five began her modeling career. While modeling, she also acts on the side doing several commercials, soap operas, and movies. Even though she has almost everything she wanted, LeBeau isn’t someone who takes people for granted and when she’s home alone, she’s nothing more than a down-to-earth girl who loves playing video games with friends. However, there is a dark side of her that allows her to touch the paranormal world and tap into the abilities to deal with such a world. She also has the same abilities as her father and older sister, though she rarely uses that power because she feels it is far too chaotic.


Character Equipment:

2 Short Swords: Thanks to her dip with the paranormal world, Gabrielle has armed herself with a pair of short swords that strap onto her forearms. The only special thing about these swords other than being very sharp is that when things get out of hands with the dead, they work wonders with pushing them back into where they belong.

1 Gun: The world isn’t a safe place and being an actress and model, she has a ton of stalkers. To help keep her safe, she gathered a gun license and bought a .50 desert eagle simply because when she was on set with a gun-toting man, he had one and she loved how it felt in her hand and fired it with ease.
 
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Renée LeBeau
Age: 19
Race: Mutant
Gender: Female
Current location: Somewhere in Westeria


Cursed with a small to medium frame, Renée learned at an early age how to make up for it by creating muscle mass and toning the rest of her 5'9 body. Spiraling long raven hair drapes across both shoulders, circling around until reaching her slender waist. Peering out from behind long luscious lashes that match perfectly with her hair is a set of red orbs although she generally keeps in brown contacts to keep people from staring at her. Half of her face is covered by the long bangs that never stay brushed back away from her eyes. When she's out and about on 'business', she has a particular outfit she wears. Starting from the bottom and moving up, Renée wears a pair of red skintight boots that conceal her entire leg up to her thighs. The sides of the boots are closed together by a series of belts and buckles and they’re made so that the knee can still bend easily. Covering up her arms from the wrists to halfway up her arms is the same skintight material that her boots are made of, and like the boots, belts and buckles close the material over her arms. Finalizing the outfit is a fitting leather top that has two buckles, which close around her neck. The left side of the top is clenched together by the same things as her boots, leaving both shoulders bare. The rest of the top follows her curves down to her calves, the sides splitting at her hips for easy moving. Peeking out from where the sides split is a pair of red shorts.

Other than that, depending on her mood and the temperature, the bottom of her form is covered by a pair of dressy slacks, or shorts that are rather skimpy. The shorts show off her extremely long, slender legs. Covering up the top of her form is a range of t-shirts that are quite cute and show off her curvaceous form. Some end above her navel, while others continue until reaching the waist of her pants. Of course, she has class and would never wear anything so tight that it was more disgusting than sexy. Finishing out the outfit are two different forms of outwear. The first is a long metallic blue jacket that rests a few inches below her knees and has a collar. The second is a black hooded cloak that when properly fastened with the black buttons and loops give a shadowy appearance allowing her to hide easily. She also has a pair of wire frame sunglasses with dark red lenses to help with the illusion of being mysterious, but more so to hide her true appearance.

Personality:

Like her mother, Renée strives on being able to do whatever she wishes, but she isn't reckless. She has quite a bit more sense than her mother, especially when it comes to alcohol. Despite what her parents wanted, she has become a fighter and is quite skilled with whatever weapon she happens to come across. She is also quite skilled with the abilities she received from her father. Cool and collect, she always seems to know what to do when faced with an adverse situation. She’s slightly cocky and self-assured, but only when she has experience in what she’s doing. Though she's not shy, she doesn't bother making friends with just whomever she comes across. However, once she has chosen a person as a friend, she is loyal and very protective. Any foe of her friend is a foe of her and more than once she has killed in order to preserve the life of her companion. To strangers, she’s extremely brassy and psychotic; taking pride in torturing any that stands in her way of whatever prize she happens to be seeking.


Weaponry:

.::.Playing cards.::. Like her father, Renee has the ability to manipulate energy and uses playing cards to energize and throw at things to explode them. Also, they're fun to use for playing poker and other card games.
.::. Renée wears sheathes on her arms that house short swords or long daggers within them.
.::.She keeps a sword dubbed the Solar Morning Star, which is kept in a sheathe placed upon her back.
.::.Two B+T MP9 customized sub-machine guns are holstered at her waist. The guns have been customized to hold 4.6mm proprietary rounds in an extended 50-round clip, resulting in an increased rate of fire. As well the fore-grip usually found on the front has been removed.
.::.On her hands two specialized gloves contain a group of hidden blades that slide forward over her knuckles with the simple flick of her wrist. Both these blades are made of a hybrid alloy and are not easily broken even by the most forceful of methods.
.::.Using a combination of an old shoulder harness and a pair of nylon cases, Renée has hidden a pair of asps.

History
Once upon a time in a land not so far way, Renée was born to Tayrn and Remy LeBeau. She was taught at an early age how to take care of herself and was also taught how to use the powers she had been born with. She soon met a male that opened her world to love and is currently pregnant with his child.
 
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Kelieahn Strider
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Looks to be 23, but is much older.


Appearance:

Her unique heritage allows Kelieahn to have wide, innocent unearthly blue eyes that penetrate even the toughest of souls. Each of her long lashes sweep upward to assist in giving her the pure look that was often used in gaining what she desired. To help portray this appearance is her waist length blonde feathery hair that floats over the slender shoulders and rests layered against her dimple induced snow white cheeks. The pale flesh that lies beneath her clothing is much like the color of a china doll.

Physical description:
.::.Height.::. 5'10
.::.Weight.::. 111lbs
.::.Body tone.::. Every inch of her body is a toned machine. She prides herself on having a fit figure and the result of her efforts is muscles that curve into the rest of her body.

Clothing:

In the house of her father, Kelieahn wears the proper attire of a woman of her standing. The main dress she wears has two layers to it. The outer layer is a purple lace that overlays a light weight pink satin layer. The sleeves of the dress have two parts to it. The upper part is tight and extends down to her finger tips. The bottom part has an oval shape and is hemmed together at the edges of each sleeve. The top of the dress is princess seamed that connects into the waist seam. Unlike most dresses, this one has no belt and the skirt part of the dress fits smoothly and gracefully over the hips. The rest of the skirt flares out in about 1/3 of a circle. When in fighting mode, she wears a dress, but it's more like a warrior dress of her people. The surcoat is made of dark maroon velvet with a large standing collar. Small silver buttons run down the front, which are closed with loops. When riding it is split for riding and curves up in the front a bit. Beneath the sleeves, she wears dark leather vambraces that are heavily tooled and extend to her elbow. Beneath the surcoat is a crinkled texture fabric much like a silk. Like her other dress, the under tunic sleeves have two parts to them and can seen ballooning above the vambraces. Not only does the sleeve have two parts, there is a tight inner sleeve. Finalizing the outfit is maroon leggings and grey boots. If she's not at home or at battle, she tries to get away with wearing normal clothing to fit in with others depending on where she happened to be at the time.

Personality description:

Unlike most of her kin, Kelieahn strives on being able to do whatever she wishes. Despite what her father wanted, she has become a fighter and is quite skilled with not just a long blade, but with a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Though she's not shy, she doesn't bother making friends with just whomever she comes across. However, once she has chosen a person as a friend, she is loyal and very protective. Any foe of her friend is a foe of her and more than once she has killed in order to preserve the life of her companion.

Character weapons/equipment:

.::.Longbow with quiver of arrows.::. Kelieahn began training at the age of five, which was younger than the traditional age of seven. Despite the fact that she was beyond the best archers in the Elite group of archer units in her village of Ashwood she was never allowed to join the infantry. Like the exceptional archers, Kelieahn can fire 5 to 8 arrows per minute and hit a man-sized target at a minimum of 300 yards.

.::.Daggers -- Overall length of each: 19-5/8. Blade length: 15' ¾". Blade thickness 3/16. Stainless steel sharpened blade that has etched runes in the an unknown language. The hand-grip is made of the finest rare wood and it the entire blade straps into her boots.

.::.Morning Star -- Overall length: 38 - 1/8. The blade is made from carefully forged and tempered steel that is created in a long laborious skillful process. Inscribed in the blade much like the dagger are runes in an unknown language that says a secretive message known only to her.

.::.Short swords -- Overall length 25 ½. These are made in the same way as her daggers and sword and each of them fit inside her vambraces for easy deployment. They are short enough to fit on the underside of her arm [elbows down to the wrists] and are easily brought out of the vambraces with a flick of her wrists.

.::.Partridge in a Pear Tree -- Just checking to make sure you're still reading this. =)

Character's abilities:

Kelieahn is a Elf and therefore has special abilities that she was born into. For example, she can shoot an arrow from almost anywhere necessary. Her speed is also quite quick and she can match wits with the best. She's not only one of the best in archery, but is one of the best swords woman not just in her village, but quite a bit of different places.

Character history:

Kelieahn was born into nobility though ever part of her fought it from the moment she could speak and think for herself. Despite every single effort of her father to keep her safe, Kelieahn found ways to begin to train. She began training at the age of five with her bow and by the time she was seven, she was better than most archers twice her age. After she mastered the bow, she moved on to hand to hand fighting with daggers. Only after conquering that did she move onto the sword swords. By the time she was 15, she had mastered almost all of the forms of fighting allowed to her people, but that wasn't enough. Finally on her fifteenth birthday, her father gave her the blade made especially for her, the Morning Star. Her father allowed her to be trained by the best swordsmen of their village and after a year or so of training, she mastered not just the physical aspects of sword fighting, but the special technique her father spoke about. When she turned 17, she tried to join the infantry, but was told she wasn't allowed, being a female. At the age of 18, she left the village in search of a new adventure and perhaps a spar.

By the time she was 20, she had participated in about 200 spars and though she witnessed many deaths of what she considered to be close friends, she never gave up. After receiving news of her father's illness, she returned to Ashwood and found it to be a lot smaller than what she had recalled. Remaining by his bedside until his death, Kelieahn was given the chance to take over as Lady and rule Ashwood. Naturally, she refused and appointed her father's best warrior and dear friend. She remained in the village for another year and on her 22nd birthday, she left the village for the last time, taking with her many fond memories.
 
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Suhrena
Age: 24
Race: Valkyr
World: Eith
Other notable info: Valkyri Rebel

Physical Description:

Personality:

History:
 
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Name: Faith Blade
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Alias : Jax
Gender: Female
Age: 19 (reanimated at 16)
Species: Human [Reanimated]

Bio: Faith Noelle Blade was born in Vargeras to Grace and Arien Blade on January 2nd. Her father fell in love with her immediately and thought she was the most beautiful angelic baby he had ever seen. Her mother on the other hand loathed the child and treated her like an animal. Whatever care Faith received it was from her father and when the youngin’ turned three, her mother went insane and tried to burn the house down with Arien and Faith inside. Her father saved them all and because her mother slept with the police chief at the time, no charges were pressed. Two years later, a gang broke into the house and killed her mother rather brutally, but left the two of them alone. Despite what a terrible woman Grace was, Arien did truly love her and he mourned the loss and stopped paying as much attention to Faith as he did in the past. The youngin’ started fulfilling her needs of attachment elsewhere and hooked up with kids her age that were involved in shenanigans. At the age of ten, Faith began stealing weapons and other things needed to keep her new family alive. Upon scouting one day, the now sixteen-year- old was in the middle of picking out more weapons to steal when she was attacked by a group of scavengers, apparently doing the same thing. Despite her attempts to fight against them, things were looking grave for the blonde, but luck was on her side that day, because just as the potential killing blow was headed towards her, she was saved by individuals that she learned later belonged to a group called the Revenants. The teen started to run with them after finding her home where her family had been hiding torched to the ground. She didn't truly understand the group until the night of her revival and in truth, it fit with everything she felt in the very depths of her soul.

Abilities:

  • Thievery: Throughout her running the streets and scavenging for food and weapons, Faith gained the knack of breaking into places that weren't highly secure. She has catlike reflexes and is always looking to learn new ways of breaking into the more secure places.
  • Whether it was something deep within her genetic makeup or the fact that she just happened to have a knack for it, Faith can handle any weapon with almost acute proficiency. It doesn’t matter if it's something she has never handled, or if it seems to be too large for her slender frame, though there are of course exceptions to this, which tends to piss her off when coming across said exceptions.
  • Along with weapon proficiency, she has mad skills when it comes to shooting
    guns. She not only can aim at a faraway target, but hit it with an almost 100% accuracy. There are always exceptions of course. The proficiency or near proficiency came from hours upon hours of practice, though others have said that it was just because she was born to shoot people.
  • Enhanced Physiology - magically increased strength/speed, enhanced sense of smell.
  • Pain Filter - the ability to 'turn off' pain receptors.
  • Superior Regeneration - Faith can recover from almost any injury given enough time to heal, even those that would be fatal. Only reducing her to a pulp, a pile of ash, or a similar level of destruction will stop her from eventually getting back up.
 
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Name: Aries Cyric
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Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Enhanced Human

Character Equipment: He doesn’t carry anything fancy because he’s not one that goes out looking for a fight. However, after being in a tight pinch during a couple of fights with gang members that had actual weapons, he decided it was time to get some. After saving up some cash, he arranged with a weapons dealer to sell two .50 AE desert eagles.

Skills, powers and abilities:

.::.Demonic Summoning.::. Aries is able to control and manipulate the shadows all around him, the power is only useful at night or during a storm. In the shadows lie tiny demonic like creatures, that once summoned will shred anyone attacking him into pieces. They will not stop until he either sends them back into the shadows, his energy runs low, or their task is done.

.::.Inanimate Matter Manipulation.::. Aries can psionically manipulate the physical state of any inanimate matter and turn it into something more useful. This can be done either up close or far away from the desired location.

.::.Precision shooting.::. He not only can aim at a faraway target, but hit it with an almost 100% accuracy. There are always exceptions of course.

.::.Reverse Aura.::. As it states, he has the ability to revert everything into its natural state, no matter the object. For instance, he could turn a piece of clothing into its natural components.
 
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Name: Schuyler Callahan
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Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown

Physical Description: Schuyler who is unnaturally tall for her age stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 137. Her slender, tan, and toned lithe frame is in perfect shape. Long crimson red hair sweeps across her shoulders, draping down to her mid-back. Her eyes match her hair though they are a bit lighter. She generally wears whatever suits her current mood. Her footwear is a simple pair of tennis shoes that are generally rugged and worn in.

Personality Description: Schuyler has an endearing quality about her that makes her enemy forget what she truly is. It’s almost like she’s far too innocent to be living on a planet that houses some of the most dangerous individuals of all time. Despite living with a bunch of dickwads, and having to deal with ignorant people, she has managed to keep her compassionate side, which is something that has gotten her into trouble several times.

Skills, powers and abilities:

Telepathy: Schuyler has the ability not only to connect mentally with others, but the dead as well. Almost like a séance, but a hell of a lot better, she can speak to the dead no matter how long they’ve been gone.

Psychokinesis: She has the ability to throw items around, move items from one place to another, and influence objects to land in a specific area when the object is falling. More specifically, Schuyler can move anything ranging from a feather to a car without having to put her hands on it. Whether or not she can move something larger such as a ship or a planet isn’t known because she has never tried. If something is falling towards her or being shot towards her, Schuyler can change the trajectory so it misses her.

Summoning: Schuyler can summon ethereal creatures to her side. They come in several different forms and she can control them with just a thought. Whether or not they feel like behaving, she can get them to do tasks and if necessary, take out any threats. They only answer to her and no one else can control them no matter how powerful. When she and her brother were taken from their family by the Aschen and kept apart for months, the creatures became her companions and kept her from completely forgetting who she was even with the physical, psychological, and emotional abuse.

Catapsi: Catapsi allows a trained psychic mind to broadcast passive telepathic static across wide distances. This telepathic static makes it impossible to read auras in the area of effect and as such it is impossible to determine relative levels of power through psychic, magical, or technological means. In addition, those affected by the Catapsi field find their sense of right and wrong diminished or removed entirely, their inhibitions shattered, and their mind highly susceptible to lies and half-truths so long as they originate from the source of the field. Even those with highly structured minds normally immune to psychic interference or those with no conventional mind at all, such as androids, are not safe from the field's effects, though a Psion of sufficient skill can exclude whomever he or she wishes. In short, anyone subjected to the Catapsi field is sure to have their mental defenses eroded away and become pliable to the will of the Cultist.

Character Equipment:

Four gunlike weapons. The GodKiller, Death Penalty, The Executioner, and PewPewPew. Each of these has their own special attributes that help her fight against the monsters, gods, creatures, and anything else that decides to attack her. The Godkiller is by far the largest weapon she carries on her body and it is especially useful on godlike things.

6 ft bullwhip is hooked into the shoulder harness, most of it resting tightly against her back.

6 - silver-plated throwing knives are sporadically placed on her body. These knives are not made of normal material and though the handles are silver plated, the actual blades are made of a magical material that not only gives them a fire-like glow, but allows the blades to dissipate whenever they're not being utilized. The blades can cut through most material that can be found on Tarsus, which makes them really handy to keep around.

Short Swords: Schuyler has armed herself with a pair of short swords that strap onto her forearms. There is nothing special thing about these swords other than being very sharp.

Character History: So very classified.
 
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Name: Mallory White
Age: 10

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Mallory’s blue eyes stared out from behind the strands of her blonde hair that was in massive need of a wash. Her entire body although fair skinned was covered in dirt, mostly thanks to being caged for such a long time. Well, that and being shoved into a small enclosure on a vessel, that definitely didn’t help matters one bit. Still, she still kept a slight air of innocence to her, although the slavers knew better. Thanks to her attempts to escape, something she did the minute she was brought onto the cold bastard of a planet, Mallory had been put into a cage. Her small hands grasped the bars as she sat there and watched everyone moving about in silence. They were getting ready for another auction and she had heard the horror stories and wanted nothing to do with it all.

Like she had a choice. Shaking her head, the ten-year-old studied the slavers, trying to find someone she could trust to help her out of this hellhole. Once a voracious young girl, Mallory had withdrawn from things, falling silent and shy for the most part. But, she was almost always watching and studying, looking for a way back to Ellesmere. Her gaze soon fell upon a woman, a blonde and she wondered why she was walking around in the back. Just who was this woman? Unfortunately, the stranger’s eyes had fallen upon her and she shrank back a little in the cage, wishing she could become invisible. When the slaver kicked the bar and demanded that she show what she could do, Mallory yelped and slid back even further. Without even realizing what was happening, Mallory’s flesh seemed to shimmer before it seemed to give way to fur as she shifted into a small creature that appeared to be a like feline in nature, though it was obvious that it was an exotic variety that dwelled only on Ellesmere.
 
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Name: Mataiya Callahan
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Appearance

Mataiya’s hair and eyes are probably the most striking thing of her entire appearance. Her silky and smooth red hair seems to be abnormally straight up until the ends, and then it waves down two inches past her shoulder blades. The sides of her locks trail among her lightly tanned oval shaped face, dropping off past her smiling dimpled cheeks. Her eyes are a feisty fiery red color that stands out against her hair, which lends to the infatuation most men have with her. The medium-long eye lashes curl up, which extenuates the shape of her eyes. Taiya’s athletic figure stands at a minimal five feet, eight inches and despite its thin appearance, is very toned and strong. The only markings she has are two tattoos. Upon her upper right arm, she has a tattoo of a black star. On the lower section of her stomach, she has a tattoo of black roses intermixed with wire in the shape of a heart.

She wears an assortment of spaghetti strapped tanks or wife-beater tanks that rest just above her naval. [Red and black are her favorite] If the occasion calls for it and only if she has to, she will wear a tight fitting dress, which is not frilly. Not one for change, her choice for bottoms range from black hip huggers jeans that are nicely worn in, cargo pants or a black mini-skirt. To complete the outfit, she often wears black feminine combat boots that stop just below her knees or an old pair of tennis shoes. The majority of the time unless it’s really hot outside, she can be seen wearing a long metallic blue jacket that rests a few inches below her knees and has a collar. Mataiya wears a simple black choker that looks more like a belt than anything else. She also has a pair of wire rimmed sunglasses with red lenses along a silver fossil watch, which has a face that glows in the dark. Lastly she carries with her a raggedy old backpack that’s as old as she is, or almost as old.

Disposition: Chaotic neutral

Personality & Mannerisms

Mataiya has been through a lot since her birth and because of her experiences, her attitude and personality has bounced around much like a rubber ball on a tile floor. Overall, she has a stubborn affect and can at times be selfish. Once upon a time, she was a sweet girl and protected the weak. However, the more battles she participated in, the more skewed her perceptions of people became. It didn’t take long for her mood to sour immensely and her temper shortened to the point of wanting to kill someone for interrupting her sleep.

Biography

Arien and Meridian Callahan found Mataiya beneath a tree without anyone else around in the vacinity. Immediately falling in love with the bright-eyed little girl, they adopted her and raised her since they couldn’t have children of their own. On her 6th birthday, they decided to go on a trip. While on the trip, her parents were targeted by an unknown group and slaughtered. The group allowed her to live, figuring she would die since she was alone. She was never adopted but went on to learn from a scrupulous group the ways of the fire. After she was taught all she could learn, she traveled around the world, trying to find her place in it. She mainly kept herself hidden; training in order to advance the powers she was born with. The rest of her history leading up to her twenty-first birthday became nothing more than rumors and myths told by anyone that had a run in with the young female.

Misc Facts

Special Skills: Mataiya has a strange obsession with fires and has learned ways to set them via unnatural ways. She is a pyro-claimer.
 
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