CHARACTER PROFILES [updated 4-26]

Personal RP Character

Name: Stephen (Nicknames: Steve, Stevie, Stevo, Shovel)
Age: 20 years old
Class: Bard (Specialty in Enchantment / Charm)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance: Stephen is of Irish and German heritage, possessing long blond hair , pale blue eyes, and fair skin. He stands at almost 6 feet tall and has an average looking body, which is lightly speckled with moles and grows very little hair. Usually, Stephen dresses for comfort, wearing a simple dark colored t-shirt, blue denim jeans, and tennis shoes. On occasion, Stephen likes to dress up to express his individuality by wearing dark colors, studded bracelets, necklaces, exquisite hats, and a pair of black Converse sneakers.

Personality: Having a sanguine personality, Stephen is optimistic and trusts others quickly, and will continue to until given a reason not to. He likes to make others laugh and smile, making him a natural comedian. His charismatic, laid-back, and outgoing personality make him easy to befriend by almost anyone. However, Stephen possesses a quirk where he doesn’t enjoy making people uncomfortable and if he senses discomfort will back off fairly quickly. Sometimes this leads to misunderstandings when meeting people who are shy. And sometimes it prevents him from taking initiative. Stephen is happiest when everyone else is having fun and non-confrontational, making him a neutralist and non-interventionist. His appreciation for such things as computers, video games, and science fiction makes him out to be a little on the nerdy side and is often referred to by others as a “Cool Nerd”.

Unfortunately, Stephen is far from perfect. Stephen is sloppy, disorganized, and less ambitious than most people. Stephen would much rather play now and work later. He also tends to not take life seriously and laugh at anything even when highly appropriate, which means he won’t get along with people who are easily offended.

When it comes to beliefs, Politically, Stephen considers himself to be libertarian and believes in both personal and economic freedom. Closed minded people usually do not get along well with him. He is agnostic, and though doesn’t care if you practice a religion, tends to avoid it and reacts negatively when someone attempts to convert him. When it comes to relationships, Stephen is at a stage of exploration and experimentation. At this time, he would rather mess around with friends than take on a serious relationship. His personal motto on this matter is “If I’m going to be tied down, I better enjoy it”.

Fantasy RP Character
Name: Leon
Class: Bard (Specialty in Invocation / Evocation)
Age: 25 years old
Alignment: Neutral-Good
Appearance: Leon is 6 feet tall, possesses a lean but toned body, a fair-skin complexion, Deep brown eyes and light brown hair. He carries a spear on his back at all times. Leon usually dressed in his uniform which consists of a long green cape which is attached to his steel breastplate. Underneath the breastplate, he wears a green coat with a matching undershirt beneath. He wears a pair of tan pants and a matching set of gloves and boots made of fine leather.
Story: Leon was raised as Royalty, but found it to be a rather uneventful and boring life. He is the youngest brother of the King of Alderon, making him last in line for the throne. Instead of living the good life at the castle, he sought out a more adventurous life. Leon has trained since he was a young boy to become a skilled fighter, possessing skill in Elemental magic (with a specialty in the winds), and skill with spear fighting. Leon excels most in Dexterity, is good in intelligence and and charisma, is fair in strength and constitution, and is poor in wisdom.

Kary San Wukong - This one actually has a character shit, so I don't have to go into detail! http://art1.server06.sheezyart.com/image/199/1994317.png And other picture references;

Iris
Gaurdian: Rabbit
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Height: 5' 3''
Friends with Kary; Part of Kary's troupe of warriors. Her attacks are leg based, and is the quickest out of the group.
When winter roles around her hair turns white, along with her tail and ears.

Aki Verui
Gaurdian: Fox
Eyes: ??? They are always closed. (Yes, I do have an eyes color for them, but no you may not know it, cause him, Kary and iris are characters from my comic I am writting.)
Height: 6'3''
Friends with Kary, Tsumi (No picture yet), Ame (No pic), Lalong (no pic), Amarou (No pic). He is a knight. He was separated from his family at a young age when they noticed his intelligence. He proved to not only have skills of the mind but skills with his body and soon became one of the kings top personal knights. He is also very curious about other cultures and isn't surprised very often by other people's actions.

Kaya
Water Bender (shut it, I love avatar)
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7''
I have not fully worked out her character. XD Though I drew her awhile ago.

Dez
Genie (I tend to make characters after I make a really good gaia avatar. D: They just come to life for me.)
Eyes: Gold
Hair: White
Height: 5'6''
Very sassy, has a gambling problem. Comfortable with her body, only wears a vest that just barley covers her. Doesn't really listen to others and doesn't care to. She'll use you then leave you.

Lakull
Demon
Eyes: ??
Hair: white
Pale, very pale
Height: 5'2''
Doesn't talk much, only says whats needed to be said.

Demi
Half Elf, Half Human
Eyes: Green
Hair: Orange/red/ whatever.
Pale with freckles.
Height: 5'6''
Loves mechanic, has no interest in love. Tomboy and loves hanging out with guys more than girls. She might have an intrest in a guy if they kept her interested which none seem to be able to do.

Never really done this before, so excuse me if I make any mistakes.

Character name: Neriko
Age: Real age unknown, appears to be in mid-twenties
Height 5'11
Weight: 185
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Weapon: Jintachi (curved sword) and a steel Jitte that has a two foot chain and a small weight attached to the end of it
Personality, background, etc... will be determined later depending on the rp.

Character name: Enriss
Age: 25
Height: 5'7
Weight: 135
Gender: Female/intersexed
Weapon: Whirlwind sword (the Scabbard attaches to the base of the hilt, making it a spear if needed)
Personality: See previous description

Name: Max
Sex: EVERYDAY... j/k, male
Height: 6'0
Age: 20
Orientation: Straight

Description:
Just by outward appearance, it is obvious that this man is wealthy... or maybe just a guy in good clothes. Tuxedo, shiny black shoes, and short spiky hair, Max (last name unknown) is a young wealthy man. No one knows why he's wealthy. Many assume he's a successful businessman, though his young age puts some doubts on people. Some say he's in the Mafia or organized crime. Whatever the reason, he is what you would call a chick-magnet. However, unlike others, he doesn't necessarily bed every girl that comes his way. He has a handsome, chiseled face and black eyes and a kind somewhat deep voice.

Karai (M.A.K.O.) Hirugi.

Karai's eyes shot open, the place he was in was dark and stuffy, felt so cramped where he was. Sounds of machines could be heard working all around him, an occasional loud bang as if things were falling to the ground. He tried to move but found he hadn't much space at all and the incased area around him was nothing but wood. It wasn't a lot of room to move around so he rocked himself until he became one of those bangs, smashing into the ground, the box shattering enough for him to finish breaking himself free. Upon one of the shattered pieces he found the letters M.A.K.O and had no idea what it was, figuring it was his name. He didn't bother to take the time to look around his surroundings as he escaped, but there wasn't a soul in sight and he could easily tell he was in a production factory.

When he'd escaped, gone far enough away, he was in a forest, alone and no idea what to do. He felt no emotion except emptiness, like something about him was missing. And it didn't take long to realize he had no memories, was he just a creation or was his mind erased? He lived among the forest for years, learning things about his body he didn't think possible, yet could not search for someone who would know since he hadn't the slightest idea who or what he was. Anything he learned was on his own. When he found he was a very exceptional fighter among other things, he took up missions to survive in hopes to find something out.

More years passed, few friends gained, yet still nothing was found. Though the human world where he was at the time grew quite chaotic. Demons and the like were seeping through from the demon realm, none in the least good. And some had a strange familiarization about them. He went on into the demon realm to figure it out and still found nothing. He'd gained more friends and one rather useful ally that seemed to somehow be everywhere he was. Though, eventually he got the same presence again and it was coming from the human world much stronger than the last time. When he thought it might be in the demon realm. When he went back, he found a wide arrange of transport vehicles, part of a mission he was on was to destroy them. He found boxes much like the one he was in, all labeled with M.A.K.O. He figured himself as just a creation, someone without a life, a purpose since he had no controller. He left everything behind and gave up on himself, wandering for more years.

Eventually, he arrived among a tavern and spent years there, relaxing and hoping to find out more. Nothing at all came of it. He'd helped the place out a few times from disaster but that was it. He'd gone again, wandering about places he didn't know. He saw in months what would take normal people years, possibly a lifetime to see. Eventually an area had struck him as familiar, unknown where he was. It didn't bring back memories, but he could see himself as a child and someone in the distance yelling for him. It was then that he found his name was Karai Hirugi.

Eventually he was back with his old ally, a small team set up among a tournament after more missions. He accepted that nothing else would be learned, but the tournament changed it all. He felt a connection with one of the opponents. It was a female and she was much like him, matched move for move. Though she tried something and he felt what it was. Opening the gates to heaven and hell, very devasting attack that could destroy the world if fully opened or yourself if not opened far enough. He tried to stop her but failed, the girl had not been able to open up far enough and wound up killing herself and seriously harming Karai. He lost any answers he might of obtained with her. Though he learned of such an attack that he's been able to use once, knowing it's best not to use it at all if possible. Since it could destroy everything if he was too enraged to stop short or himself if he was too weak.

Now he just wanders, knowing he was once something real and now just a creation. He hasn't found anything or anyone to complete him and bring happiness into his life. He hasn't found anyone who can bring more answers as to who he is or what he is. A demon? Just an experiment? Once human? He'd only hope that something good would happen someday.





Tis my character i've used on ezboards and yahoo. I've brought the stories together at what happened and here he is.


Chrono



A neko. Hair is long as can see, a pony tail going down his back almost to the ground. Black with red highlights all through his hair, seeming natural. His bushy tail was all the same as his hair in color, his ears entirely black. He stands about 5'7 and is rather slim, yet toned. His eyes are turqoise, a slight bit more green than blue. He's always lived on his own, whether it was when he lived among the woods or managed to get himself into school. He can be very playful, distant, or rather shy depending on his mood and the situation. He doesn't much care to fight but will if it is something unavoidable. His age is about 22 in human years.

Name: Tathariel
Male
Straight
Height:6'0
Weight:200 lb, build normal
Description- A young looking 19 year old. Actual age 35. Acts like a normal teenager still. Carmel colored skin, with a head of shocking white hair and brown almond eyes. Usually seen wearing a grey cloak, and a silver cross around his neck. Always accompanied by his mahogany staff, he has a usually pleasnt demeaner. Usually seen with a grin on his face. Small horns which can be seen poking out from his hair at times hint at other than human ancestors.

Abilites-Gravity Manipulation, uses a variety of spells to warp space and time.
Can create fields of increased gravity where a small feather can weigh a ton, or lessen gravity to the point where he can stop a giant hammer swinging at his face.
The gravity fields can extend up to 100 yard radius from his body. The further it goes, the harder the stress is on him.
Can also create small fields in the shape of small balls that will fly through the air and can crush his enemy body whereever he chooses, provided they stay still long enough.
Knows The Ultimate Gravity spell Black Hole, but has never used it, for it also takes the caster to the ultimite void of darkness.
His favored spell though is a simple teleportation spell, all it does is transport the target to another place so he dosent have to bother with him.
Another fact about his Gravity Magic. From achient scrolls he learned how to also use his magic to manipulate peoples feelings. Making guilt and sorrow weigh a person down, or lightening the feelings to make them feel better is an example of this magic. Useful when trying to calm a large crowd down, or trying to get people to work togethor. Can also use his power to send peoples feelings into nothingness, effectivly cutting off any sense of relationship between two people.
Backstory: Raised in a paralell world that sits side by side with Bluemoon, Tathariel was raised in a world called Ravenloft filled with times alternating peace then strife and war. His kind, spirit beings who in the beginning intermingled with all manners of spirits and other worldly creatures, where banished from the known worlds long ago. Eventually his kind found themselves in Ravenloft. Upon reaching his kinds version of manhood (age 50 in human years), he spent a year traveling that desolate world, along the way he grew tired of the desolate sky, and barren fields. He decided he was tired of it and resolved to return to the other worlds. Researching old libraries and achient scriptures, he managed to uncover legends about various portals leading from his world.
After bribing a local tribe to lead him to one of the so called legendary portals, he was brought to a cave, where inside he managed to defeat the guardian and get to the portal. After stepping through, he found himself in the world of Bluemoon. Estatic, he travels trying to see everything there is to see.

Sira is 24 she is a neko she was raised by a human family for the simple fact her family had left her on the street to die.she really doesn't know who she really is or if her real name is sira. she has purple fur heart lined through it .when the people that raised her died they left her every thing. she now lives in a mansion by herself except for the servants she thinks her self no better then them though as she is happy to just have a home .she has went to the best schools and wears the best clothes . she still has not found the right guy for all the guys she has dated seem to treat her for what she is a cat and she hates it.

Character Name: Katon Edios
Character Height and Weight: 6ft 6" 184lbs
Race: Dark Elf
Character Age: 140
Orientation: Straight

Descriptions: Katon has well maintained black hair resting just below his shoulders he had dark blue piercing eyes. His skin is pale and soft, he has no facial hair or markings on his face. He is of a slender build wearing a purple robe over laid with steel chest piece and steel gauntlets on his wrists.
He carries a short sword on his left hand side and a large spear on his back.

Born into a family affiliated with his farther was a decorated war hero serving within the ranks forces. Serving in many battles his farther is an accomplished fighter and leader. Katon looks to become his farther and aspires to better his father’s career path and serve as this farther did.

Listening to the tales his farther told him as a young child the lure of battles with impossible odds and the ecstasy of victory and slaughter induced Katon to become obsessed with following in his fathers bloody foot steps. Katon enrolled in the ranks of the army determined that he too would be able to serve the and bring glory to hios family name. Katon joined the army aged 20 and through his training he found that he favoured and excelled with a Spear over anything else, this pleased Katon as he sees fighting face to face with the enemy a more honourable way of fighting and the way his farther fights within the stories he shares. Through his dedication to perfecting his war craft and ability to follow orders with out question he was selected to serve soon after completing his training. He served for numerous years within the army.

Within all this time Katon saw very little combat missing the chance to fight off a daemon attack. He has partaken is smaller skirmishes while he has been in the army but has no major combat experience. His is slightly bitter that he has not once been selected to travel over seas and battle on exotic lands, he believes his fathers higher statues within the Army has swayed the selection of the unit he is in from battle and has be reigned to defence of the nation.

Katon as served within the army pretty much his whole life, but now he has grown tired of what he considers his above average combat skills are going to waste. With times of war over seas being quiet and younger Dark Elves joining the army he feels he will not surpass his farther. Katon does not want to stand guard on a wall for the rest of his life. Offence is what he seeks and has so left the army, for better or worse. Katon is now seeking to become an adventurer and if he cannot surpass his farther then he wishes to bring home tales of his adventures instead.
He cares little of his father’s opinions of him for leaving the army and considers ties with his family cut, blaming them for his lack of career opportunities.

Using the last of his money from serving in the army Katon is now seeking to travel between cities looking for adventures and travels.

Name: It is beyond names, identifying itself more as a concept-tag attached to a specific strata of psycho-elemental reality, although the current avatar of the subsection of its polyconsciousness interested in interaction will self-identify with the name "Bubba."

Race: It is beyond races, being more akin to a component of existence, although its current avatar referenced above appears to be human, subspecies redneck.

History: From its first coming to consciousness as a malevolent intelligence, interested only in power and cruelty, it has lived through the destruction cycle of ten universes, each Big Crunch and ensuing Big Bang closing a chapter of its existence and opening a new one. It has been the triggering cause of three of those destructions, but that was several cycles ago. Eons of existence and development and growth have expanded not only its power and scope of perception but also its goals and motivations.

It doesn't need to be the Ultimate Evil in the universe; it held that title for the lifetime of two universes, and could be said to be "bored" with it now. It doesn't need ultimate power: it maintains contact with the 9 Nameless Forces that set the conditions for each new universe, and was one of their number several different times, playing a different role each time, and again, it is "bored' with that. It has been destroyer and creator both: several of the creatures it has created over the quintillions of years of its existence have survived from universe to universe, if not in physical form then in potentially more powerful conceptual form. Many of this realities vampires, demons, and other fell creatures owe their epistemological existence to ideas it originated several universes back.

As best it can determine about itself, it is in an exploratory period. If it were a vastly limited mayfly of a creature like a human, the concept that could apply might be "mid-life crisis", although that would be a misnomer as it no longer has a natural endpoint to its existence, nor is there any realistic means of terminating it artificially. What it does more and more throughout this universe is subsect parts of itself, voluntarily compartmentalizing and downgrading itself into pieces that can perceive and interact with lesser beings. The power of these tiny bits is limited, barely able to crack a planet in two, and that only with as much as ten seconds of focus -- a severe limitation. These subsets of itself find planets or dimensions where there are "intelligent" species and involve themselves with them, manifesting further smaller bits of themselves into corporeal avatars, "remote control" simulacra to take actions on the plane of existence with the other creatures.

One of these avatars has been manifested as an overweight, middle-aged, pale-skinned human with little graying hair, few yellowed teeth, a lazy blue eye to accompany the crazy-looking green one, and wearing coveralls with no shirt, a chest patch embroidered with the name "Bubba," a John Deere baseball cap, and work boots caked with dried mud. The justification for assuming such a form, widely reviled by the culture in which it is interacting, is apparently because it is "funny."

Despite the disgusting and laughable appearance of the avatar, it is the representation and interactive "mouthpiece" of, ultimately, one of the supreme malevolent forces of several successive universes.

Profiles for Remec's characters

Okay, let's begin with a template, then start flling things in:

Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age:
'Home' Setting:
Looks:
Mannerisms:
Bio:
Special Powers/Skill sets/Equipment:
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Name: Frank "Freaky" Andersen
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Early 40s, often looks older due to scruffy beard
'Home' Setting: Traveller
Looks: Short, reddish-brown hair, blue/hazel eyes, often has 5 o'clock shadow when not sporting an actual beard. Tends to dress in a mix of Army surplus and hiking gear.
Mannerisms: Touch paranoid, tries to avoid situations where he could be sniped or put at a sudden disadvantage.
Bio: Ex-military, ex-spook, ex-merc many times over.
Powers: Decent shape for his age, trained in several martial arts as well as an above average shot and an ace driver/pilot. Very lowgrade telepath (more of an empath, really), but very strong pyrokinetic.
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Name: Michael Belsam
Race: Vampire (Gangrel)
Gender: Male
Age: Looks roughly 35ish, Actually closer to 50
'Home' Setting: World of Darkness
Looks: Urban fop, goth clothing without that demeanor. Tall, broad, clean shaven and with his long hair slicked back into a ponytail.
Mannerisms: Hints of animalistic tendencies--higher use and focus on senses besides vision, cracks knuckles and neck when agitated
Bio: Michael Belsam was rather unique among the artists and artistes of downtown. He dressed to fit in, but was more apt to say what he thought and partied in a more hearty and earthy manner. A local Gangrel had won permission to Sire a new cub and chose him. She liked the mix in his look and attitude and thought it would be fun to have one of hers in what was usually the domain of the hoity-toity Toreadors.
Special Powers/Skill sets/Equipment: Quick and strong, can pop claws, see in the dark, meld into stone...usual bag of tricks for a midlevel Gangrel.
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Name: Logan de Mithralia
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: "Middle-aged", prolly in his late 30s/early 40s
'Home' Setting:
Looks: Shoulder length hair, long but trimmed beard both a mixed grey and black with hints of auburn
Tanned skin from outdoors, freckled in places, dresses in cloth and suede with leather armor, has a scimitar possibly other weapons
Mannerisms:
Bio:
Special Powers/Skill sets/Equipment:
"Name" level 1st edition AD&D druid originally, can have a mix of abilities that seem appropriate to the story and/or scenario being used in.

Name: Lydia Marie Shannahan

Alias: Lidi

Birth Place: Unknown

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Red

Height: 5’10’’

Attire: Varies

Age: 20

Race: Human / Mutant

Ability: Lydia has the ability to control her body temperature. She can calm herself cooler, or enrage herself to a burning fury. After working with her ability, she came to realize that she could produce flame on command, sparks dancing off the top of her fingertips. She likes to play with fire, and she knows she can’t get burned.

Bio: A wild red head whose hair as tame as she is and her green eyes can burn if she has it out for you. Her skin is as soft as rose petals and as light as porcelain. Tattooed thrice times as of yet: a tribal band around her right arm, a star on her left hand, and a treble clef just below her belt on the left side. She also has an upper ear piercing on her right ear.

Lydia never seems to talk about where she came from, or people that were close to her in the past. If you read her case file, you’ll come to discover she was once held on trial for arsenic, but walked on technicality. The girl roams around like a tumbleweed; never settling in one place long enough to get established. Though you wouldn’t either if you tried to live with some of the things she’s done.

WIP

Name: Eisen McNeil

Race: Human, possible 'imbued'

Gender: Male.

Age: 19, looks older, around mid-twenties.

Looks: Tan, weathered skin, moderate battle scarring on face and arms. Very buff, probably about two hundred pounds all told. Dark brown hair worn long, kept back in a rough, but tidy, ponytail. Stands at around or just under six feet, built like a brick house, with wide shoulders and thick muscles.

Mannerisms: Quiet in a laconic manner, a bit rough around the edges sometimes. Generally polite to women, expects everyone to carry their weight in hard times, and nothing from anyone when life is easy. Generally maintains an air of 'big, thus dumb', but whether this is a ruse or not is unclear.

Bio: After joining the military at the earliest possible age, he rose in the combat rankings until he gained sufficient power to take his own position in the command structure. Apart from his command of household troops, he has no interest in social climbing, and sets his eyes instead on increasing his holdings and wealth.

Special Powers/Skill sets/Equipment: A follower of the God of war (Read: Ares, Tyr, Sigmar), he has the ability to ask for minor abilities so that he may carry the fight onward. Apart from that he relies on his skill with myriad weapons and arms, his tacticians mind, and the strength of his armor, a suit of articulated plate.

Name: Mitch Grissom
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: porn director
Physical description: Short dark hair with longish bangs slicked back with oil, tan skin, pencil thin mustache, medium build, skinny yet short(5'9"), dark eyes and eyebrows; wearing a white tank top underneath a loose Hawaiian print shirt unbuttoned, with brown slacks, worn and weathered brown shoes.
Personality: lewd and perverted, shady and cunning. Sleazy and underhanded, narcissistic and haughty.
Character notes: has a thick New York accent. A well-known porn director best known for The Endless Gasm--the best porno ever made, one that when watched makes the viewer experience the best orgasms EVER, just from viewing the film--no masturbation required. ;-) Side-effect from watching this film is that those who watch it get addicted to it: symptoms vary from a need to watch the film to get off, or just plain zombification--unable to stop watching the film over and over, unresponsive to the real world ever again.
After becoming famous from the big hit and resulting controversy of his first film, he's looking to score big again with another porn script in the works. He always carries a copy of The Endless Gasm with him.

Name: Ambrose Tyler
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Supernatural Hunter
Physical Description: Short dark brown hair with light high lights, tan skin, athletic build, 5 foot 10 inches, dark brown eyes. Wearing a brown jacket and a black shirt. Also a matching black pants to go with the shirt.

Personality: Silent person, whom only releases any kind of emotion what so ever at the sight of something supernatural.

Character notes: A hunter whom seems to hold quite knowledge about the supernatural on goings in this world, through many encounters of the third kind. Carrying a rifle gun, he was an expert marksman, living a mediocre lifestyle. Unlike most he faced these creatures had on with his trusted gun by his side.

(Will update later on)

Name: Sean Gabhar

Age: very old (even he's lost track! that happen though when a short nap last 20 or 30 years)

Appearance: A man in his mid to late 20's with a mustache, and goatee, his dark brown hair just long enough to be considered rakish, with a lop sided grin that conveys both amusement, and a cock sure confidence. During the day his skin is a natural tan, as if he spends much time in the sun, at night however under the moons light, or the glow of street lamps it is much fairer, not the pale look of death, just the look of someone who would burn quickly if they left the shade for too long. His clothes while never the most flashy, or showy in the room, always seem to perfectly fit the seen, and at the same time convey the impression that he is a slight trouble maker; not enough to keep him bared from a place, just enough to seem interesting, and fun. In short the epitome of the man mothers warn there daughters about.

Beneath the Seeming: The above is what he wants others to see, even the most perceptive mortal may only catch a glimpse of something out of place from the corner of there eye, his hair looking unkempt, or something wrong with his eyes perhaps, but when they turn to get a better view it's gone, and think it's only there imagination, quickly putting it out of there mind. Those with power, and the will to see past what is on the surface however, can see what is truly there, the mustache, and goatee, a bit longer; his eyes, gold, not brown have square pupils; the hair, longer and let to run wild; the smile, mostly unchanged also conveys a hint of madness; the clothes, gone all together, showing a frame of hard muscle, legs covered with long cores hair, with reversed knees, and shiny black hooves instead of feet; but most shocking of all a pair of ram's horns sprouting from the sides of his forehead that curl back and around to end with the points directly over and 2 inches above the muscles of his jaw. The very definitional of an extremely old, and powerful Sayter.

Skills: He can play the flute, dance, fight with a spear, or bow, and can run jump or climb like a professional athlete.

Powers:
Limited illusions (can change his appearance)

Limited Regeneration (he can heal form even a mortal blow, but decapitation and dismemberment will kill him, also severed limbs will not grow back)

Instilling lust in a group, or person when playing his flute (or other musical instrument if he ever learns to play one).

Command of plants (grass will move to cover his tracks, tree limbs swing down to block a path behind him, thorny vines will entangle the legs of those chasing him, slowing them down considerably, however these things must be there in the first place)


Weaknesses:

Iron (must be pure, or cold forged iron. he would scoff at a mugger with a steel knife, but run form an angry lover with a cast iron skillet)

Out of touch (he's been sleeping for a few hundred years, and hasn't yet had a chance to catch up with the modern world)

Feeds off of emotions (specifically lust, and not necessarily of a sexual nature, a madman butchering someone, an addict getting there fix, a thrill seeker skydiving, all of these things will do, however sexual lust is the best. kind of like comparing a meal from a fine restaurant to a bugger from a fast food place)

Name: Jason
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Bio: He is an average guy, who works a construction job. His body well shows off the "fruits" of his labor. He has long brown hair that he has been yelled at many times for but absolutely refuses to cut. He keeps it pulled back with multiple ponytail holders and it stretches out to about his mid back. He tends to be very quiet around new people but him and his buddies have had many conversations about wanting to experience domination. One of his friends stumbles upon a castle that harbors slaves, that is where our story begins.

Name: Argaelyriad (Argus, for short)
Race: Cooshee shifter
Sex: Male
Age: 672 Earth years
Looks:


Argus looks similar to the above picture with the following exceptions -

- Longer tail with a tuft of fur at the end
- Coat is more stripped than spotted, but still contains spots overlaid atop stripes on face
- Coat is pine green strips, emerald green spots, yellow-lime base coat, creamy-yellow underbelly
- Muzzles is more hyena-like

Mannerisms: Friendly, slightly protective, nurturing, cunning, quick wit
Bio: Argus was born in a litter of three to a pair of elder treant druids in their animal forms. Argus and his litter mates grew to practice earth and life magic under the guidance of their parents to become Forest Sentinels for the next eon. Once the three maturation, they were trained in stealth and warrior tactics. Eventually, the three came to their positions, guarding the pristine forests of their birth.
Special Powers/Skill sets/Equipment: Moderate control over the general forces of earth (shaping earth as if it were mud, compress earth into projectiles), moderate control over the general forces of life (basic to moderate healing abilities, slowing disease and decay, hasten growth), training to be an effective ranger/scout/apprentice druid.

Name: Anansi Pyriel Nazthe-Deimos
Race: Angelic construct turned Godot
Sex:Male
Age: 230
Anansi was created from the essences of the beings he considers his parents. Pyriel, the evening star and Aelanis Nazthe heir apparent to the Nazthe clan. His body is a pseudo organic construction as all of it can grow and change with the exception being to his bones which were replaced each year till he reached maturity. His creator was his uncle, the Spider Demon claimed God Anansi Nazthe whom he is also named for. The two are differentiated in person by being called the Elder and the Younger respectively. Amongst friends and family the younger Nazthe is commonly called Ani.

Born on the plain of light Anansi was the product of an era when Demons were allowed into heaven temporarily for the purposes of temporary truces and the like. After creation he was incubated inside of his mother along with a twin brother. Anansi was born several minutes before his brother but his fiery red hair, swirling red eyes, and slightly tanned rather than ethereal white skin made him an outcast. He suffered through the torment of numerous other beings before being cast out with his mother once the age of truces had ended. The banishment was lead by his father who cast out all those he felt impure and as one of the archangels outside the 4 the one created to balance to Lucifer he was not opposed by those beneath him or those that he called family. Anansi has never met his other angelic family of sorts however he has met another banished member Azazel from whom he learned metal working at a young age. His mother seeking to better her child took the souls of various mortals from any domain she could reach to educate her son and as a result he reached far above mortal ability, soon after he began to seek out others such as Azazel the defunct Hephaestus and the like to learn more. Upon reaching sexual maturity he was educated by various denizens of the void for the purpose of being a mate to his mother an idea that revolted him.

He left soon as a result of it shrugging off his birthright and deciding to seek out what he hoped would be a better way to live. He eventually came across his brother, Bartholemew Pyriel. Though educated in the ways of light BP as he was called was power hungry and convinced Anansi to join him in a scheme to tap into the Source. Anansi devised it to be channeled through a particular crystal and despite it's success BP wanted more. Eventually Anansi found himself being pressed by his brother to greater and greater heights till he one day came upon his brother trying to negotiate with various creatures to aid in destroying him. In a rage he slew his brother thus taking his part of the Source's energies but also unleashing a creature his brother had sought to use to kill him. The creature pierced him in the back as he turned from the scene but rather than kill him it made its home just above the fourth vertebrae of his spine. The creature was from one of the lower levels of the void and slowly began to consume Anansi till it fully integrated itself into his back. Now entrenched it decided to reveal itself as a shadow creature who simply wanted to be close to him. In a sick scheme his brother had taken all of his affection and merged it with a Shadow beast in order for it to get close to Anansi without him sensing it as such it could no longer bear to be apart from him. Now shunned by his family of the Light, and shunning his Damned family, losing his only trusted companion and alone he tries to find something simply to do with his time. Recently he made a deal with Azrael to bring back a friend of his, Azrael agreed only on the condition that he could remove Anansi's name from his book and that Anansi would be the lonely Angel's friend for all of eternity far past the end of the world. Soon after agreeing Anansi's friend horrified by being brought back as a shade rejected what the relatively young Anansi saw as a gift and willingly chose death leaving Anansi with only Azrael to turn to, in essence leaving his only friend to be death who's comforts he could never truly enjoy.

Appearance: Anansi is distinguishable from a human simply due to his form. He looks more like a statue than a person in terms of build, he is perfectly symmetrical, his muscles are toned to the level of definition that seems more like marble with flesh stretched over it. His eyes glow slightly with a bright red that swirls inward to a titanium grey iris with a black sclera. The swirling is actually a flow of thousands of characters all of them information from the Source, however unlike his father who has a similar swirl but blue Anansi cannot read them without severe headaches. His bones are made of a particularly hard crystal rather than calcium, his muscles beneath the surface are not sinews but tightly woven sinews sixteen to the usual one found in other creatures making him much stronger than his muscular yet lithe body denotes. He has two tattoos a black guillotine cross on his back which marks the home of the creature within him and a silver symbol on his pubis. Due to his inorganic nature he has no hair on his body but only his eye brows and the crown of his head as he was never created with body hair. His body also lacks several features of a human, his lips are a soft pink color in contrast with his light brown skin, his body lacks a navel, and his body produces no waste if he does eat his body consumes it completely bones and all, his organs though existing are not totally necessary for his existence.

(blah all mixed up and cliche I know)

Character Profile: Darklight

Gender: M
Age: unknown.
Height; 5'6"
Weight: 130 lbs give or take.
Eyes color: Pink
Hair Color: Jet Black
Hybrid - of what is unknown.


History: Complicated - Born in lab to be breed to be perfect child and then perfect soldier for what humans thought was the Great War. Trained in varies martial arts. (will go into specific later) and survival skills. has no real parents only knew the scientists and soldiers there in the lab area. He wonders what a normal life be like. 2 Years later, the government shut down the program. the scientists and soldiers he trust tried to gas him to death but escaped. (ooc: see species - movie).
Escaped found himself in a world unknown to him. Started to explore it not sure where he fits in.
Stole food and supplies to survive until a family of elders took him in and took care of him. begin to teach him about the world. When the elders died, he was alone again so again went out into the world. Wonders if the government forgot about him or waiting for opportunity to strike...

Likes: Friendly, kind people. swimming, basketball, baseball to name few.
Dislikes: Liers and people who tr to hurt him or friends.

OOC: Likes Age-play, Incest, Pregnancy, Teen, Regular Rps but is flexible.

Name: Black Bird
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Title: The Dark Sword
Race: Elf
Clan: None
Class: Master Thief
Skills:
Can use anytime: Cohesion (Ability to influence others. High success rate against Humans. Weak other classes.)
Can use anytime: Pick pocket (High success rate against Humans. Weak against Elves. All other classes Neutral chance.)
1 use per post - Master Lock: Any door unlocked (except portals/magic sealed doors)
1 use per post - Speed (Ability to run at abnormal rate. Next post is fatigue, vulnerable to attack unless stealth is available.)
1 use per story - Shadow Dance (effective stealth, broken by Black Bird attacking something, other user must acknowledge they cannot see Black Bird when in this form)
1 use per story - Doppelganger (Illusion attack, separating Black Bird into nine figures. Very powerful. Next two posts leave Black Bird in a state of great fatigue, vulnerable to attack.)
1 use per story - The Dark Sword (Black Bird's Sword becomes an assistant in battle, taking a mind of it's own. Sword will stop in play once defeated.)

Background: Unknown.

Picture:

Character Name: Kaie
Age: 63, looks younger
Gender: Female
Race: Fallen Angel
Bio: Kaie is the oldest daughter of a powerful demon that was known for preying on humans. She enjoyed a comfortable life at the expense of those he killed and controlled, until a group of warriors set out to kill him. After his slaughter she and her siblings were forced into the same life that their father had forced so many others into, as a twisted kind of punishment. She has had many masters since them, and all have ended up selling her again before long, having failed to have broken her.
Personality: Willful and hard to get along with, with a quick temper and even quicker tongue. Kaie likes to cause trouble, and earn punishments.
Appearance: Removed



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Name: Kaura
Age: 21
Race: Elf, Guardian of the Source
Powers: The power of sight able to see brief flashes of the past, present, and ever changing futures of those around her. She sees every detail around her beyond clarity, and her aim with any weapon is unmatched. Kaura also possesses some ability to control light, and can focus it into an attack or distraction technique, as the situation needs.
Personality: Less reserved then her dwindling species is known for, Kaura is a lively young woman with a light and quirky personality. She is slow to anger and quick to calm down, preferring not to act out violently. Those around her are quick to misjudge her as naïve.
Temperament: Overall kind not one to overreact to minor acts of rebellion.
Appearance: Kaura is a tall girl with a slender athletic body built for speed rather than for power. Her skin is a light ivory, and her narrow face is framed gently by her messy blonde hair. Her soft green eyes always seem to be looking at something the rest of the world canâ??t see, and her mischievous smile often leads those who talk with her wondering what it may be.


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Name
Teyha

Appearance


Age
15

Gender
Female

Species
White Witch

How did I get here...
Teyha suffered through years of abuse at the hands of her family, and when all legal avenues were exhausted, she left home.

What I'm like...
Teyha is quiet, and very caught up in her own world. Always thinking or daydreaming, she sometimes seems distant or distracted, but is still a very loyal and caring person.

Powers I possess...
Healing abilities, and some defensive magic.



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Name
Dhiren Jaeger

Appearance



Gender
254

Gender
Male

Species
Fallen Angel

Bio
Dhiren is the son of two fallen angels; neither of his parents were known to be kind to Earthly creatures. When demon hunters killed his father, he managed to stop his mother from seeking revenge by placing a bet should he win his mother will not seek vengeance, should he lose he will help her kill all responsible for his fathers death.

Personality
He is a strict and cruel master, those who come under his command do not leave it unbroken. He is not afraid to punish, and can get a lot of pleasure from watching the agony of others. Dhiren is a betting man, there is little he will do unless it is made more entertaining through a wager. His bets can be in his favor, an even match, or stacked against him, and unless many gamblers, he enjoys to lose.

All of my characters change in some way depending on plot, genre and the age of the character.
Ishu

Age: about 17-19 in appearance.
Appearance: Her hair is pure white with a length that stops at her lower back. Her eyes are large and round, a bright blue. Her body structure is a bit on the frail side. She has porcelain skin. Her attire is usually a bit "airy" and comfortable.

About Her: Ishu is always a mute who can communicate with telepathy. She plays the piano and the harp. She can sing, but usually chooses not to and she is capable of dancing. She usually keeps to herself and is very much a "daydreaming romantic."

Bio: Ishu is an angel kept from the real world. She would gladly escape to explore, despite all of the dangers there may be and that she is aware of.
Her mother was murdered while she was very young. Her family assumes it is because of this that she is a mute, but she will not say is this assumption is correct or not.

Personality: The girl is more on the timid side. She is curious and a bit naive, however she has a wit about her. She could go on and on about humanity and mortality, treating them like small children that need to be held. Darkness does not scare her, but it does intrigue her. However, the moment anything threatens her innocence she becomes neurotic with fear.

Sexuality: [Straight] Intercourse or lustful ways are extremely taboo to her. Despite her curious nature, it is not something she would like to be involved with if it wasn't with someone she truly felt for.




Eve


Age: 17-23
Appearance: She has fairly pale skin on a curved frame. She has a bit of a long face, an edgy jawline, a long nose with a tiny bump in the middle and an end that points slightly upwards. She has full lips and a set of nice pearly whites. Eves' hair is medium-long in length, ending past her shoulders. Its' color is raven black with one strip of blue on each side of her face. Her eyes are a medium-dark blue surrounded by thick, heavy eyelashes. Her attire changes on occasion, but it usually consists of a pair of skinny jeans, comfortable shoes, a band t-shirt and a hooded zip-up sweater. Everything she wears is black.

About Her: Eve has a midget-sized temper. Little things seem to make her fly off of the handle and it's not easy putting her back onto it. She doesn't talk much about herself and would rather get her job done and go. She is usually a mercenary for hire; she is extremely skilled in hand to hand combat. When it comes to getting the bills paid, she is brutal against her enemies. However, when she is passionate about defending herself or others she may be considered more of a threat than ever before.

Bio: Eve applied to a corporate company as a personal guard shortly after turning 16. It is believed she had no where to go, the reasons why were never shared with anyone. The people she guards sometimes fear her, or simply find her attitude extremely annoying. Somewhere along the way she met someone who, surprisingly, became a close friend to her...


Personality: Eve is monotone to say the least. She is a ruthless killer who doesn't give a damn about anyone outside a 10 ft. vicinity of herself. She's the kind of person who makes harsh, but sometimes witty, comments to that one guy in the break room that no one dares call out. It isn't that she has something to prove to the world, but more along the lines of "the world has something to prove to her."

Sexuality: She wouldn't touch any form of genitalia with a 20ft. pole, including her own. She finds anything to do with sex disgusting and inhumane. It is possible that she was scarred at a younger age.



Evan


Age: 200+
Appearance: She is 5'8" with curves replacing every corner. Her hair touches her shoulder blades, it's color an eruption of ember and wood. Her eyes are sharp and an eerie gold. Her skin is of medium tone. Her horns are hidden when she is not active. She has two sets. There is a set on top of her head that are smooth and curve upwards. The second set comes out from under her ears and arches up towards her face, then tilts downwards. This second set of horns are curled and sectioned. She has a wiry tail with a sharpened end. Evans' facial structure is strong, a dominant femininity. Her lips are full, but wide. She has fuller eyebrows with sharp ends/edges. Her attire usually consists of nothing or very little [she likes lingerie].

About Her: She fights with a feral ferocity. Blood not only turns her on but it also powers her physique. Her weapons consist of claws, her tail, her horns and her teeth. Her favorite weapon is her sexuality. Being a succubus comes with many perks, one of which being the ability to drain an opponents life with pleasure.


Bio: Evan grew up in a harem, which may explain her promiscuous and ambitious ways when it comes to her sexuality. She eventually escaped her enslavement and made a deal with the devil. Now she wanders alone, self-employed in the ways she was raised. Sometimes she has/will strayed/stray off into someone elses' adventure. She has become friends with Eve, despite their major differences. They get along fairly well. She even considers Eve to be a master to her.

Personality: She is a walking essence of sexuality and promiscuity. Her perfect Sunday would last longer than a week and would consist of orgies with rotating partners. She is not one to follow orders. The only person she would listen to would be the one person that she would consider her master. She will show all loyalties to this person, but would devour everyone else.

Sexuality: Bi-sexual. If it can receive or provide an orgasm, she will have it.




[ I will add more later ]

Here are the list of my characters and are subject to updates.

As for my slave, here's a bit of info about her:
Name: Alses Fallen
Age: 21
Race: Succubus
Personality: Devious, interestingly morbid yet innocent. She is normally quite level headed unless you are all out to push her buttons.
Powers: Telekinesis
Very short bio: I know that Succubi are not suppose to be innocent but she's born one and has never experienced it. I would start her off with white hair because she would be aging quicker without sex. After sex though, her hair color would change and her body would experience a withdrawal for the act due to survival instinct. Having sex with her will result in a substantial loss of energy of course; and all for the sake of physical enjoyment.
Appearance:

Others: She has a leathery tail and small horns. She does have fangs but they are often unnoticeable. Lastly, she has claws and wings that can extend and retract at her will.



Username: Tsushui
Name: The Master
Age: Unknown
Race: Human (Mage)
Powers: Able to control minds, physically strong and fast
Personality: Normally cannot be found until an owner wishes to purchase a slave. The Master prides in his ability to carve the chess pieces appreciated by the powerful who guard the fragmented parts of this world.
Temperament: Strict but reasonable. Has a sense of humor that only satisfies himself and the guests. However, if a slave were to defy him, they would find themselves in a pitiful situation.
Rose color: None, he has them all marked to his liking.
Slave(s): Every slave that is not bought belongs to him



Name: Lucien Tarsi Pyralis
Age: 17
Height: 6'4
Weight: 210 pounds
Appearance:As far as opinions go, adjectives do not go very far when describing Lucien’s appearance. Born with intense scarlet eyes that glow when he is agitated, red hair in a scruffy yet fashionable cut, it is rather difficult to mistake him for any other Lord within the house. In addition, he has long, ruby painted nails. Yes. Long, bright, red nails. Make no mistake, Lucien tries to keep them short, but claws grow faster than cuticles and after several attempts, he simply found it too troublesome and applied nail polish to make it a personal fashion statement instead. He has a red birthmark on the right side of his face (often covered by his hair) that resembles a red tattoo of a dragon. Let’s see…are we missing anything else? Ah yes, dragon shaped wings in the color of….well, red of course. With all the bloody hues of nature working against him, one would expect him to look flushed all the time. Well that would be debatable since he is rather hot-blooded and often appears scantily dressed. So aside from the witchy feeling one often gathers at first sight, it is easily forgiven by his other superficial traits such as well defined cheekbones, broad shoulders and chest, rippled abdomen muscles and overall masculinity - which is only as overbearing as his testosterone level.
Personality: As far as first impressions go, Lucien can be considered a likable guy. Never too serious and quite eager to participate in anything that contains his version of pleasure. He often drives his staff crazy with his social antics by making them fend off his advances – the Prince of Dragons is quite unbiased about gender, which brought little relief to anyone working under him.

His devious streak did not make it any better for anyone. If he is not looking for a target in his bed, he would be causing a fluster to the household inhabitants with his pranks. Some actually preferred that he whisks some poor soul into his chambers to save the others from getting burned by his tricks.

His strong points are what little morals he upholds for himself and his passionate nature. As much as he enjoys the act of copulation, Lucien only does after gaining a form of consent. For all his persistent nature, the demon is quite prideful about his sexuality and would not settle for an easy lay simply because the person is weaker.

Regrettably, Lucien has yet found the ideal partner who could entice him enough to change his single status. His irresponsible and adulterous ways are hardly helping in that prospect – not that he minds entirely, he quite enjoy his freedom. With that much lack of restraint, he can be easily perceived as bold, blunt and crude, most of which was intentionally played out to get a rise out of his opponent.

Bio:Well it would be wise to start off from the very beginning. You see, Lucien is hatched. Yes, hatched. From a large egg in a dragon’s nest built on top of a smothering volcano. His mother carried him in her womb for a good few decades before delivering his calcium encased self where he was taken care of by his nanny, Silvia. He is the first and only son of Lord Pyralis, protector of the Ashford dragons and currently the youngest in his clan.

While for most demons, maturity tends to be given more grace due to their long life spans, the lack of restraint which Lucien portrays often makes his father wonder if his servants and nanny had accidentally dropped his egg into the crater as they were hulling buckets of molten lava to maintain its temperature. Now, before you pity the guy, it is important to know that Lucien was never dropped as an egg, but he was brought up by a fairly large family.

Like most large families, it is easy to assume a type of role once you become comfortable enough with its inhabitants and Lucien found it easy enough to be the pampered and guiltless one. It does not mean that no one ever tried to mend his ways; his mother was rather good at teaching him lessons when she catches him but his father was also hypocritical enough to teach him to hide his flaws better. Not to mention his devious mind is rather good at feeding him ideas for more trouble and poor Silvia was commanded to go along with it in silence.

When Lucien was old enough to discover the delights of women, he became the object of several heartbreaks. Fervent and careless with his treatment towards his partners often misled them of his intentions and ended up with enough heartbreaks to earn him his current plight. The reputation of the young master of the family caught unwanted attentions of other dragon lords and soon enough, Lord Pyralis was faced with the difficult decision to lock his son indoors as much as possible to prevent harm on his child. Easier said than done for Lucien is no long naturally walled-in by egg shells but it comforted both parents that given the second kidnap, at least he would stand a chance to flee.
Powers:
- Breathe and Manipulate Fire
- Fly
- Heat up his body into extreme temperatures to add damage during combat

Name: Ferus
Age: 19
Appearance:
Species: Human
About: At one point was an crime scene cleaner for his mobster family. However due to his mothers pleading he decided to leave, and instead go to school a decision he never regretted. Though on the surface he seems like a nice person he is very selfish, and will use people to ascertain what he desires, and uses the kind facade to fool others.

Name: Mikah
Age: 17
Apperance:
Species: Human (Vizet user)
About: Practically living alone he has taken care of himself for most of his life. His mother technically lives with him, but working for the government she is not home very often. He keeps to himself, and out of the spot light. He's never shown a single person his Vizet due to his mothers wishes.

Name: Zentite
Age: 20
Apperance: (Pre-experimentation) (post-experimentation)
Species: Pokemon/human hybrid
About: Zentite while human was a very kind person always trying to do the right thing, and a very forgiving person. He ran away from home a few years after he became a trainer due to his parents trying to push him into joining team rockett like them. By doing this he formed a very strong bond with his pokemon, and other trainers he met. He usually liked to keep the fact that his parents were members of team rockett under wraps, and in more than one occasion he ran into them while stopping a team rockett venture.

After he was captured, and fused with his dragonite he stayed the same with the exception of forgiveness. He swore revenge on those who'd taken his best friend from him, and planned to kill, and destroy anyone who stood in his way of taking down team rockett.

:twisted: Note: These are very trite profiles. Characters may vary due to plot or setting. Appearances will remain constant. PM me for a writing sample.


Name: Lucy Parker
Age: 16-19
Sex: Female
Eyes: Light purple/ indigo
Hair: Dark brown/ shoulder length
Species: Human
Nationality: Italian
Orientation: Bi-sexual/ submissive
Personality: Lust is a pleasant young lady who is often very happy. She is not obnoxious but content. There is a warmth about her that would draw even the coldest of characters in. However she is also a troubled girl. Lucy suffers from severe mood swings and bi-polar disorder.

Name: Bishop Dumonte
Age: 357/ appears: 27
Sex: Male
Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: Ebony/ lower back
Species: Demon-shape shifter-Ram
Orientation: Bi-sexual/ Dominant
Personality: Bishop had a dark sense of humor and a short temper. He's very controlling and possessive. He prefers to be in control all the time and to establish his dominance he uses excessive violence. However he is a very passionate lover, so try to stay on his good side.

Name: Alora Santiago
Age: 638/ appears: 25
Sex: Female
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Dirty blond-wavy/ mid-back
Species: Succubus
Nationality: Spanish (from Spain)
Orientation: Bi-sexual/ Dominant
Personality: Alora is an alluring character. She is a sensual seductress who takes pleasure in abusing her partners. Alora normally has a controlled temperament and is easy going. However, when she is good she is very, very good and when she is bad she is horrid. It would be in ones best interest to have her as a friend instead of an enemy.

Name: Wesley "Wes" Goodnam
Age: 17-21
Sex: Male
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Black-pigtails/ shoulder length
Species: Human
Nationality: Japanese
Orientation: Bi-sexual/ Submissive
Personality: Wes is a very flamboyant young man who is normally independent. He is a bit obnoxious and an obvious attention whore but there is never a dull moment when he's around. Although he is independent in nature, once a more dominant male comes along Wes will fold like a napkin, otherwise prepare to be his bitch.