The Realms - Semi Advanced discussion

♤ Name: Aaron Hale
✼-Nickname: None
✼-Race: Gifted Human
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Neutral
✼Age: 320 (young)
✼Sexuality: Homosexual
✼-Relationship Status And Who: Single and looking, but not looking hard
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✼- Powers/ abilities:
- Ability to walk in the nightmares of others
- Ability to harness that fear that beings exude when having said nightmares, to become that nightmare physically (within their dreams, only for now, but still able to harm them in reality if wanted)
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✼- Alliance: Alliance to Ayla, really, and those she considers her own

➢Appearance: Short for an average human male, skinny yet healthy, very clumsy.
♘- Height: 5' 3"
✼-Outfit: Wears colorful clothes, usually jeans and a colorful shirt.
✼-Eye & Hair Color: Eyes are an ice blue, while hair is pearl white.

➢Personality: Happy go lucky, with a sweet nature and wide-eyed expression, he loves learning, and is very child-like. He ties to see the good in everyone, yet he remains neutral as he understands balance.
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➢History: His life has been uneventful, born to a happy gifted human couple, loved and kept warm. Chosen by Ayla, his life has just started, really. Still young though, being only 320 years old
➢Likes: Cute things, animals, babies, children, nature, cute things, yes that needs to be mentioned twice.
➢Dislikes: Evil (yet understands the necessity of balance), bullies, darkness, and fighting
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➢Transformations: None right now.
✼- Other: Has a white wolf companion, named Neet. (Shown in picture above Appearance)

SERAPH

||Arch Angel of Creation||Prince of Arch Angels||

✼ Nickname: "Title me what you will, but know that Im Seraph."

✼ Race: Arch Angel

✼ Good, Bad, Neutral: Good, only because the Goddess he serves and protects happens to be Amaterasu.

✼ Age: Unknown

✼ Sexuality: He only finds the opposite race to be appealing, and when it comes to males, he needs to exert his strength and power, and show these little pathetic excuses of men whose alpha.

✼ Relationship status and who: As an Arch Angel, Seraph defines himself as a being with little need for romantic interactions. Of course he isnt immune to the desires of man, and will properly involve himself with a woman from time to time.

POWERS/ABILITIES:
Sephirot Empowerment: Being one of many unique abilties gained by anyone. Sephirot enpowerment enables various emanations of the Sephirot of the Tree of Life in Kabbalah, allowing him to tap on the primal, undiluted forces of creation.

The tree, visually or conceptually, represents as a series of divine emanations of God's creation itself, the nature of revealed divinity, the human soul, and the spiritual path of ascent by man. In this way, Kabbalists developed the symbol into a full model of reality, using the tree to depict a map of Creation.

The Sephiroths of the Tree of Life: Each ability below can't be gained at once. To ramble further, Seraph must access the symbol of each Sephirot in order to gain the abilties they hold. For example by tampering into the Crown:Keter or Kether, he would be able to gain the following abilties: Alpha reality, enlightment, unity. However, by doing this he can unlock the following Sephirot, mostly due because he unlocked the very first sephirot to the tree of life.

||KETER/KETHER~Crown||
°Alpha Reality
°Enlightenment
°Unity
||CHOKMAH~Wisdom||
°Energy Generation
°Spatial-Temporal Lock
°Time Manipulation
||BINAH~Understanding||
°Omni-Absorption
°Omni-Senses
°Perception Manipulation
°Singularity
||GEBURAH~Strength)||
°Absolute Strength
°Fire Manipulation
°Metal Manipulation
°War Empowerment
||CHESED~Majesty||
°Air Manipulation
°Electricity Manipulation
°Empathic Healing
°Weather Manipulation
||TIIFERET~Adornment||
°Meta Regeneration
°Flawless Restoration
°Resurrection
°Omni-Protection
||HOD~Splendor||
°Maximum Brain Capacity
°Mercury Mimicry
°Omnilingualism
°Physical Augmentation
||NETZACH~Perpetuity||
°Emotion Manipulation
°Evolution
°Water Manipulation
||YESOD~Foundation||
°Dream Manipulation
°Dream Walking
°Mediumship
°Spiritual Awareness
||Malkuth (Kingdom)||
°Earth Manipulation
°Plant Manipulation

*Da'at (Knowledge)

ALLIANCE: His loyalities lie only to Amaterasu, any other god or goddess completely escapes his notice, no matter how powerful they are, or how weak and peaceful they appear.

APPEARANCE

Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon.

Seraph in the eyes of the beholden would appear quite strikingly beautiful or darkly handsome much unbefitting of a pure divinity. The sharp almost feline neon glare, shining an opaque golden purple bracketed by thick raven lashes. Pale skin the sun would not dare to harm, to kiss with its damaging UV lights, only left to ponder how such skin was not peirced in some way. Ensueing the awe and envious yet secret glares of women and men alike. Standing at an abnormally astonishing height, the line of his sleek powerful legs wrapped by vinyl trousers, a fabric the shines bleekly in the rays of sunlight, but pridefully became united with the night when shrouded in darkness. Paired elogently with matching boots, however, pretaining only a minor difference, a difference even an assassin's analyzing eyes would grudgingly bypass. Due mostly to his knowledge that his boots are made of armor, ancient dwarven armor. Armor fashioned to appear like fabric only to hide that it was not, appearing nothing more than ordinary brand new leather boots. Alas, Seraph has little use for shrouding himself in darkness, even darkness had its limits in masking mortals and immortals. Seraph is simply put, a man, no Arch Angel who enforcers his rank to anyone who crosses his path. Deeming those foolish enough to underestimate his power unworthy of his protection. Even the tattered remains of a poorly damaged cloak hangs loosely at the belt of his waist, its glorious luster vanished deeply by battle. Ah, but the beauty of three long swords, yes, indeed three swords. Swords that are not be meant to be underestimated upon themselves. Seraph has mastered the three swords technique, being the prince of Arch Angels, and a Leader of Gods army, he has gained the title of advanced swordsmaster. His blades legends all there own, but quite unquily different from the other, strapped against his hips. An array of golden armor being worn as if it were nothing more than a tight T-Shirt, covering the hard muscle beneath the armor, the contors of the bulky muscle against his forearms pulse with life. Yet he retains an almost sleek set to his body, but like most men Serpah retains broad shoulders, always held high as he carries himself with authority.

PERSONALITY:

Egotisical bastard! Cold hearted jerk! Fucking asswhole! Damn good kisser! As illogical as it seems Seraph has no interest in playing with woman, a rational part of him knowing full well that dealing with a woman. Is well difficult, even for an Arch Angel. Except Seraph being Seraph barely shows any signs that he cares, even allowing said wrathful woman, still caught in the past of a one night stand to go full rage on him. He would possibly pass of as the typical guy who doesnt give a damn, but truthfully considerate and would somehow make amends. Seriousness also plays a significant peice to who he is. Looking at him people can immediately tell the Arch Angel hasnt cracked a smile in years, petty stuff like smiling has no role in Seraph's ideals of humanity. Hell if he had to smile in order to save the word he would rather end the world himself. Worst case scenerio thankfully would never happen. So its no surprise that the set of his lips are always set in a firm line, his eyes calculating and vigilant. Predating his morals he has a slight weakness for hurting a woman, even if she's evil or good, though again no emotion flickers in his gorgeous feline eyes. But alas Seraph shows no mercy for the pure of heart, or the just plain evil. Simply cross his path by the enormity of simple curiousity, be prepared for an onslaught of agile movements, he'll have you smashed and pratically buried in a building. So if neccesary before making an unfortunate presence known, prepare a valid reason thar doesnt sound remotely indecent. Ah, unlike most Angels residing in the Heavens, it was considered betrayal if any Angel fell from the safety of the heavens. Seraph himself is the only Angel allowed to leave the santuary of the heavens without punishment. Having fallen himself long ago he witnessed the integrity of a life below the sanctuary of the heavens. In all due respect he considered it to be mildly equal to that of the skies, destruction, order had yet to be restored, each living individual reminded him of an Angel yet not fallen. Rebellious younglings, still believing that where ever they may be destruction will not follow, but destruction as well as darkness will always be near. There was no such thing as a happily ever after, or a world living in peace. But if he was meant to make them believe such a ridiculous notion, well than so be it.

LIKES:
||Himself||Amaterasu||Women, occasionally, if he fancies any at all||Engaging in battles||

DISLIKES:
||Dreamers||Happily ever afters||Smiling||Pointless battles||Boredom||True love||

SONG: I was born for this ((its not his actual song but i was listening to it when i was creating him, hehe))

CHAOTIC FORM: Seraphim

When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.

Archangels are not the pure, heavenly beings you believe them to be, because even they have a true form that whimsically revolves around the sins of others. Absorbing the destruction and chaos from the world below there sanctuary. Bringing with them a true form that if shown, could wipe out everything in contact with this transformation. If required this form could annihilate the entire world or all of existence into obilivion. However upon revealing the true form of Seraph, it may possess another effect, which may unweave the very fabric and laws of reality.

ARCHDEMON FORM: Lucifer

Seraph part 2
Stay and Drown: Finger eleven(listened to this song while writing his history))
HISTORY:
There is no fair. There is no justice. There is just me.

Given the opportunity to become a God of creation himself, Seraph primitavely declined the offer. Voicing his opinion that such an honor couldnt be done, that it was a duty he as a tainted individual could not qualify as. Seraph, believe it or not was a Fallen Angel, and angel who pleasured unto slaughtering other angels who followed his mistake. His gorgeous wings were stained red, each feather dripping blood, the titantic stench of tainted pure blood darkened his very existence, his sword stealing the souls of the beings he slaughtered, but regardless he still remained pure. A purity Seraph onto himself couldnt pride himself with. Each night, every morning, staring into the viens shrouded in darkness engulfing his palms, his wrists, each lengthy period of time, making him become the one thing he detested: a demon. Yet, he hardly spoke of returning to the Gods, he revered upon the idea of being accepted into the mist. The mist of divinity of heavenly purity grasping hold of each foolish angel. But, alas, he could not stop himself from remembering the emotion, an emotion that filled the deep chasm within his heart, the dirty emotion he only felt while in the emissarry of the Gods and Goddesses.

Amaterasu stumbled upon the young, or not quite so young angel, grumbling and groaning with a sunset desire to kill. The slivery white cresent of his hair falling over the rim of his forcefully closed eyes, his abnormally tall frame pressed against the back of a brick wall, the back of his head banging intimately against the cracking wall with each agonizing bang, the long reach of his legs spread out before him. Amaterasu took slow hesitant steps towards the future Arch Angel of creation. However upon wafting the scent of her divinity, Seraph woke from his light slumber. His tall frame towering over her with meek ease, his powerful arms crossing over the bare set of his pale muscular chest, his blood shot eyes glaring down at the tiny Goddess, except with one brow raised in question at her appearance before him. Amaterasu was quite terrified of him, at first, but it wasnt a fear that would last forever.

Seraph upon laying his greedy eyes on the beautiful Goddess of Mythical Creation wished to shed blood. But the profound gleam in her glamorous eyes quickly halted his approach to do what the darkness in him wanted, needed. What is it that you want from me, little Goddess. Seraph watched how she cutely entertwined her fingers together, then released them, then entertwined her fingers once more. The motion almost made him chuckle, almost. I not just what i want Seraph. I know deep with in you want the same thing too. She stepped closer to him, tilting her head to meet his gaze, her hands splayed against his chest. Oh, and what would that be? He chuckled, grabbing hold of her wrists with one hand, his eyes peircing the starry gaze in her black irises, her touch held a brief shock to his darkness, eerily calming him. He hated it. But she hastily took a bold step closer to him, watching his eyes or the slight curl of his upper lip as she came closer. To be apart of the heavens once more. He grabbed her shoulders, bruising the delicate skin, and with no remorse, smashed her against the brick wall, leaving a gaping crater deep within the building. Smirking triumphliy as she cried out in pain, he tilted her chin up, wipping gallantly at the tears streaming down her lovely cheeks, feeling the quickening of her pulse against his forefinger. What makes you believe that? Amaterasu meanwhile fought the urge to touch his cheek, instead tilting her head up to meet his gorgeous eyes. Your heart tells me no lies, Seraph, this form doesnt suit you. she placed a tentitive hand across his chest, feeling the hollow thumping of his heart, and the slight flinch of her touch against his chest. Your not complete without the heavens, Seraph. Even you beseechingly understand this. He searched her eyes and wrenched himself from her, slamming his fist above her head, the bricks colasping into rubble. You know nothing! He hissed, drawing a fluent seething blade and wrathfully pressing it to her lovely neck, drawing a few droplets of blood, hearing a faint whisper of a wince from her parted lips. I know why you fell Seraph, and you were correct. We are afraid Seraph, that we cannot save this world. Our world. We are trying all at our disposal to save it. But we're running out of time. Seraph lowered his blade, but only by a fraction, his glare still residing on her features. Not everyday he witnessed an almighty God admit to being fearful, as he was left to ponder, a thumb tapped quickly over the hilt of his blade. Well damn, he almost threw his head back and roared with laughter, ah but laughter was something Seraph upon himself failed to comprehend or release. We need you Seraph. With the falling of are previous Arch Angel, the heavens Angels remain conflicted without a superior Leader leading them. She beckoned, her eyes pleading, her tiny fingers squeezing his biceps. He relinquished a savory sigh, who was he to lead a race of foolish angels who panicked at the slightest mishap. I'm no Arch Angel, Goddess, it was never my intention to become one. Thinking back, he fell from the heavens because he was bored of the tranquilty amongst the skies. He had lived for the chaos and destruction the God of Destruction offered, until his newly requainted ArchDemon power was bestowed to him. This power that consumed him each passing moment, making him become the one thing he hated. This is your only opportunity Seraph, will you reside amongst the destruction of a land foreign to you which by yourself you cannot save? Or will you return to the heavens as an Arch Angel and save this land as well as the skies from complete corruption and chaos? The choice of course is yours... She closed her eyes, leaning forward to press barely a whisper of a kiss against his cheek, a silent endearment passing through the kiss towards his embassy of purely demonic thoughts.

When she vanished, a lovely smile set against her perfect lips. He leaned his head against the wall, his clenched fist slammimg against the cracking wall, there wasnt going to be much of this building when he was finished contemplating a decision. If i must save this measly planet with the help of the gods. Then very well, Goddess i will accept the offer. But don't expect much, there will be nothing worth saving in the end. He looked toward the darkened skies, witnessing the meteor shower beginning to descend to the Earth. Nothing last forever after all

# name:marithyu

Nickname :death

Race:demi god

-Good to all those who are good

-age no one knows not even himself any more

:sexaulity:straight

Relationships:zero

Powers:summons spirits, fire, and lightning.

Appears :in a shadow deminsion

Height :6ft3

Weight: 185

-outfit-black clook

-eye&hair-grey

Personality-shy scary and caring

History-unkown

Likes-sushi & ramen

Dislikes- squid

Song-psyco

http://37.media.tumblr.com/5d1432e492...
♤ Name: Death the Kid
✼-Nickname- Kid, Kid Death, Death
✼-Race: Demi God shinigami
✼-Good
✼Age: 15
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- Single and Open
✼- Powers/ abilities- Death, Darkness, Shinigami powers
✼- Alliance- New Death Alliance order
♡https://media.giphy.com/media/IC8gNNQ...
➢Appearance: He typically sports a standard black suit with white rectangles. The rectangles are placed in a manner that is completely symmetrical. There are at least six small rectangles along the seam where the sleeves attach to the jacket, and four small rectangles run along the front of his jacket. His undershirt is a formal white dress shirt, and a metallic skull rests under his collar, and could be used as a tie. His color scheme is meant to copy his father's.

♘- Height: 5'10
✼- Weight: 110
✼-Outfit- https://www.cosplayisland.co.uk/files...

✼-Eye & Hair Color- Kid's eyes have two shades of yellow ringing around his pupil. The outside ring is a bright yellow while the inner ring is a dark yellow, similar to the color of gold. He also sports black hair with three white stripes along the right side of his hairline.

♡http://img13.deviantart.net/31f4/i/20...

➢Personality: Death the Kid is known to be a normally calm and mature individual. he's shown to be prideful of his status as a Shinigami, wanting to become the next full-fledged Shinigami and inheriting his father's responsibilities. However, he also wants to do so in his own unique way, even telling his own father he wants to makes his own weapons to his specifications despite Death informing him that as a Shinigami, he doesn't really need to collect souls.

✼-Good Parts- He cares lots about his friend and innocent people
✼-Bad Parts- he has a problem with symmetrical things, and scum bags

➢History Death the Kid was born from a fragment of Shinigami's own soul to have a shinigami who was able to move freely. In an effort to ensure he doesn't turn out much like Asura, he was purposely born with a childish nature so he may learn fear much like humans would and was given incomplete Lines Of Sanzu. Much detail is unknown about Death the Kid's upbringing. However, he was trained by his father to be his next heir. Kid himself worked hard to be the next generation shinigami, unaware of the his father's fate once he becomes complete. He would learn that while shinigamis are generally perceived to be beings that either uphold absolute order or govern the cross between the life and death of others; they are about maintaining balance. As he got older, he grew a reputation for being a very talented and able fighter. Many students felt as if no one could compete with him.

➢Likes Getting stronger, Straight things, his friends, his father
➢Dislikes evil people, his symmetrical problem
➢Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzJ8U...
➢Transformations
His pistols- https://media.giphy.com/media/IC8gNNQ...
http://pa1.narvii.com/5580/1b778c8634...
Soul Resonance-
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
http://rs125.pbsrc.com/albums/p46/dav...
http://pa1.narvii.com/5693/ad9838e669...

Soul Resonance stage 2-
http://pa1.narvii.com/5693/5191408184...
https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/...

Seven Sanzu form full Resonance-
http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view4/2280...

His friends/ pistols Liz and Patty- (Liz on the right and patty on the left)
http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photo...
✼- Other-
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...

Name: Nefertiti Aten

Nickname: Nefi

Aliases: Trickster Queen || The Woman Without Shame ||

Race: Transcendent Djinn (view spoiler)[Djinn are a race with divinity matched by that of humans, however, their powers are far greater, a transcendent Djinn refers to a Djinn who has reached the maximum power a Djinn can reach. Whilst they are not gods, they receive similar treatment from fellow Djinn, however, this treatment does not extend beyond their own species. Their powers are far greater than a typical Djinn. (hide spoiler)]

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Age: Somewhere in her late nine thousands

Relationship Status: Single & very open

Alliance: None

Appearance:



Nefertiti is a gorgeous woman who is not afraid to show that off. She has long white hair so light it would put a pearl to shame, so soft that silk and cashmere would feel like sand paper in comparison. It falls in loose locks, relatively straight, however, it is a touch wavy. It neatly frames her face due to two shorter strands that fall along the sides of her face and her perfectly straight bangs. Nefertiti's eyes are unique in the sense that each is a different colour from the other, her right eye is a beautiful light amber tone and the other a striking sapphire colour. Her eyes are surrounded by thick, dark lashed and under the right eye is a green diamond with a green tear drop under the left eye. Her unique eyes grant her a rather mystifying gaze that captures the attention of others quite quickly. Nefertiti is somewhat darker in complexion, however, it tends to vary quite often as she can alter her appearance as she pleases and perfectly matching precise skin tones is rather difficult when your power is extremely limited by being imprisoned in a bottle. Nefertiti is extremely tall though her height is always being changed depending on the situation, she, upon initial release from her bottle stands at nine feet. Her figure isn't scrawny, she's a healthy shape and is quite curvaceous. Her outfit, revealing as it is, can be worn in several ways. It consists of a bunch of bandages, typically they cover very little of her body as she has no quarrels about how she looks. When necessary, the loose bandage can extend an fully cover her entire body, mummifying her completely.

Personality:
Nefertiti is an absurdly confident woman, she does as she pleases when she pleases without any worry at all. This happens to be the reason she's called "The Woman Without Shame", she can do literally anything regardless of how it causes people to view her without experiencing any form of guilt, shame or regret. She can act on any impulse without a second thought because of the fact that she is completely immune to embarrassment, which makes life for her very whimsical once she's freed from the constraints of her bindings. Her every action is filled with confidence, never doubt unless it's doubt in someone else. Some people find it unusual as she'll do anything which, for the average person would be simply quite absurd. Despite how unusual it may be at times many people envy this trait as well, hence the reason she has one dedicated fan who is always prowling nearby. A lovely young Djinn by the name of Mina stalks her everywhere in hopes of figuring out how Nefertiti is so confident and Nefertiti relishes in the attention. (Mina is the figure who seems to be groping her in the appearance photo)

Nefertiti is extremely mischievous, she is a Djinn after all. It's rare that her true intents are allowed to sit on the surface. She always has a secondary idea and she loves to cause trouble for others. Due to her less than destructive personality, much of her immense power goes unnoticed as she would much rather trick you into painting yourself green as opposed to destroying your city. She finds enjoyment in embarrassing other and making them seem like fools. If you ask her why she doesn't turn to the mass destruction she'll tell you to take a moment and enjoy the smaller things in life and she'll proceed to inform you that mass destruction is tacky and gaudy, something not worth her time. One must be careful when making wishes, she would gladly warp your words to suit her wants and needs and if you are getting exactly what you want you'd best watch out as there is likely something even more sinister being planned underneath. She's the type of person who must be careful around otherwise you could end up looking like the biggest fool around.

Nefertiti will flirt with any attractive man she encounters, her intents may not go beyond getting them to like her, but she gets quite the kick out of it and really only flirts for sport. Her confidence makes this an easy task for her as she 'd go to any length without having the slightest bit of shame or regret. Her beauty doesn't hurt her in this department and she has yet to ever been outright rejected by anyone, after all, what do you do when someone who could literally make your every wish come true is all over you? She is easy to get to flirt with you, but that does not mean she falls in love freely (If it did Mina would likely have claimed her as her own already), she doesn't want to be tied down so for someone to get her to fall in love they'd have to be a real catch. It angers her when someone does eventually work up the confidence to tell her no, she's thoroughly convinced that everyone needs to like her, whether or not she likes them at all doesn't matter for all shall love her or despair!

History:
The early years really aren't relevant, they had almost no effect on what she did with her life, she looked back on those years and shook her head due to how pointless they were. Her life really got going once bottle ended up in the possession of a mortal being. This person had the audacity to make demands of her which she found to be obnoxious. None the less she had to grant the wishes as doing so would grant her temporary freedom. This person demanded wish after wish, but she wasn't going to so easily submit to their wishes. She instead twisted their words and gave them awful, horrifying versions of their wishes, ruining their lives with each attempt to remedy the problem. Eventually, they simply wished to undo all their previous wishes, but with that, they used up their last wish and allowed her an hour of freedom, but she chose to mess with everyone as opposed to acting violently. Her life became a very rinse and repeat type situation for the longest time, going through the same circumstances over and over again.

As one would imagine granting other people's wishes can get a bit dull, but one day there came a man who found himself infatuated with her rather than with her powers. He used one wish and that was to get himself a rose which he immediately gave to her. Beyond that, he did nothing with his wishes which forced her to stay with him for as long as he had the bottle. Which was always. She was stuck with him for years which was exhausting for her, sure she liked the attention, but he was obsessive and there was nothing she could do about it. Eventually, she concocted a plan, she gradually began to act as though she were falling in love with him and convinced him that if he used a wish to grant her more power she'd be able to escape her bottle and grant him immortality so that they could be together forever. Of course, this was not the case, but he was far too eager to help his one and only true love. That was how she became a transcendent Djinn, but that didn't get rid of him. To finally get rid of him she told him to wish for a never ending existence, but as usual, she had spun his words. Instead of making him immortal she banished him to an empty void where time and space worked differently. There he'd live the equivalent of forever in the normal world in his little pocket world and she would never have to deal with him again.

Nefertiti with her new found freedom journeyed around with her now vast amount of power. She would always be limited by her bottle as going more than a meter from it meant she would be struck by crippling pain and her powers were still bound until she granted three wishes, but. she was able to exit her bottle and exist beyond her, little bottle world. Her antics became far more entertaining considering the potency of her powers and because of her power, she became far more confident in herself. She'd do whatever she pleased as once three wishes were made she was pretty darn powerful. Along the way she picked up a super fan, a fellow Djinn named Mina. She was a small girl who envied Nefertiti's confidence and power, she wanted to become just like her so in pursuit of this she followed her around everywhere, studying her and trying to emulate her. She's known to be a bit too "friendly" with Nefertiti as she'll brag about Nefertiti's greatness to others, going as far as to grope her to show it off. As much as she enjoyed Mina's enthusiasm, she found the young Djinn to be a pest, so when she became too much she'd smash her atop the head so hard that she'd be reduced to smoke and would have to return to her own lamp to reform.

Nefertiti would travel with her bottle in her arms, Mina lurking nearby. She would go from city to city finding people to plague with twisted wishes and simple pranks. She never found anyone who really captured her interest so she flirted, but she never gave up her life of mischief. Only the well worded could ever get what they really wanted from her, otherwise, she'd simply warp their wish and turn it against them until they eventually ran out of wishes granting her temporary freedom to do as she pleased.

Likes: Mischief || Flirting || Attention || Spicy Foods ||

Dislikes: Boring People || Being Turned Down (It bugs her, but she isn't embarrassed.) || Being Unable To Mess With A Wish || Chocolate ||

Other: Her bottle - http://orig01.deviantart.net/f325/f/2...

♤ Name: Nova Danford
✼-Nickname- None
✼-Race: Fallen Angel
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Sort of a mix of good and bad. She's a criminal but she does have morals.
✼Age: 22
✼Sexuality: straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- single
✼- Powers/ abilities- flight, Possession
✼- Alliance- Black Rose
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Appearance:


♘- Height: 5'7"
✼- Weight: 150(without the wings) 190-200(with wings)
✼-Outfit- all black
✼-Eye & Hair Color- black hair, gold eyes
➢Personality: Nova is a very shut off person, preferring to be alone most of the time. She doesn't like crowds or day time and prefers the night when it's dark. However, she doesn't think the God of Destruction should be worshiped or released.
✼-Good Parts- She is loyal to friends and family. She also only kills when it's necessary or needed. She absolutely refuses to kill children or innocents.
✼-Bad Parts- She's very standoffish, doesn't get along well with others.
➢History: Nova's mother was an Angel who fell in love with a follower of the God of Destruction. When Nova was born, she was deemed unpure since she was born and fallen angel and she and her mother were cast off. Nova's family barely scraped by and one night while her father was coming home, he was murdered. Nova's mother began drinking and fell into depression. Nova dropped out of school and picked up any job she could to support her and her mother. Finally, when Nova turned 18, she left her mother and decided to strike out on her own. However, Nova regularly checks up on her mom and sends her food and money for bills.
➢Likes: Music, nighttime, flying, reading, animals
➢Dislikes: crowds, daytime, God of Destruction fanatics, lawmen, thunder, fire
➢Song: Warriors-Imagine Dragons/Radioactive-Imagine Dragons/I'm Still Here-John Rzeznik
➢Transformations: none
-Other- She's wanted for theft, assault, resisting arrest, and murder

~ Elowen Castellar ~

Nickname: Fiery Death Queen | War Monger | Goddess of Rage |

Race: Goddess of War and Fire

Good, Bad, Neutral - Bad

Age: Thousands of years old

Alliance: Gods of Destruction



Elowen is a beautiful Goddess, mostly a mix between cute and hot, though her ugly nature for destruction and fire makes for a good example of why beauty is only skin deep. She stands at a rather tall height, not monstrous, but an average tall height. Her hair is a pearly white, sticking back at the ends, making her look like she has scales, she tries to make her persona look like a dragon, to be more exact, making the claws of her outfit go perfectly. Pale white skin coats her body, not exactly like her hair, the sun not daring to tan her skin, or it is either just genes, not having enough melanin in the body can do that, her eyes are the same color as of fire, though they are mostly a deep red as that of a rose. Because she has fire in her blood she doesn't usually wear much clothes as of that of her outfit, which keeps her slightly more cool to the touch, her clothing choice itself is limited, since she herself has worn the same armor like outfit mist her life. The outfit itself is rough to touch and can block weaponry from districting it, though her exposed skin can leave her vulnerable to weapons themselves, even though they cannot hurt her due to immortality.

Personality: Elowen has two personalities: the mysterious and seductive or the destructive and bloodlusted. People usually find her ideas to be maniacal, though most of them work but only a few number of them are actually sane. Elowen, instead of being the cool and neutral goddess that some people expect her to be instead turns out rather destructive but yet seductive nature, she tries to mask her maniacal and destructive personality, she usually sometimes succeeds, unless you know her for a long time you get used to the destructive bursts she has, but otherwise she is nice to talk to. Elowen, due to her fiery powers and love for destroying things gives her a short temper, she keeps it leashed but it can escape like an over-excited puppy. She keeps herself beutifyingly clean, from her history she likes things in order, planning, and things that are not in a mess, though she is absolutely clumsy.

History: Elowen's history is rather long, some parts exciting while others remain quite boring. One of her treasured memories was joining the Gods of Destruction, it all happen on a rather moody day, grey clouds making the world seem dull and bland. Elowen was just a teenager, not knowing that she was a goddess herself yet, since the Gods had sent her to Earth due to some complications in the heavens. Elowen had been homeless at the time, learning how to pickpocket and steal goods from the market, or money from unwatched wallets. She was a teenager at the time and quite skilled at doing her business of surviving. Her hair was mottled in knots and dirty, making her hair look black rather then her true color of moon white, her whole self was dirty in every way and skinny as a stick, though she tried to steal food daily for herself, her outfit consisting of a white curtain drape.
She had been inside the marketplace, trying to steal some buttered bread, the scent had wafted to her when she had first arrived and she was highly desperate to get it. When she finally was successful in the swiping of the bread she had gone down and sat by a lone building, but still by the marketplace, the crowds bustling about.
She was suddenly kicked from her sitting position by a beautifully polished boot, recovering from the blow she saw that it was a young nobleman boy, chubby from his luxury and surrounded by his mocking friends. She saw that the bread had slipped from her hand when she was kicked and tried to crawl over to get it, she was weak enough that her will to stand was enormously low, though she willed enough power to steal the bread previously, but before she could regain her bread back which she had so wanted to eat she was kicked again and pushed, the boy abusing her while his friends only stood by and laughed, not feeling a bit of regret. Instead of being sad by this she was furiously angry, how dare they take her first meal from being hungry for weeks that way? Her anger boiled and raged with every shove and kicked until it reached to such a boiling point where she could contain it no longer, fire exploding from her, along with screams of rage and fury.
Once she had regained herself enough to calm down the whole marketplace had been burned, the people going with it, leaving only ashes and soot on the cobbles. She was bewildered by what she could do, sitting up again to figure out what she had done. A figure had appeared from the ashes and Hyo had strode over to her, inspecting her critically while he asked calmly. "And you are?" She had told him her name, still shy of what had happened. Hypo had asked her to join the Gods of Destruction then, explaining to her what she had done and who she was, it took a while to sink in but she had answered with a yes. Hyo, becoming a father figure to her, she cherished the life she has now, knowing full enough that she was glad of the life she had chosen.

Likes: Fire | Destruction | Food | Luxury |

Dislikes: It depends, she either likes something fully and embraces it or dislikes something enough to let it be.

Song: https://youtu.be/1TB1x67Do5U

Transformations:

Name: Selene (She lives under the identity Celina Dumontier)

Nicknames: Lena || Sel || Selly ||

Aliases: Mother of Creation || Mother of Destruction || Elder Goddess || The Lost Goddess ||

Race: Goddess of Creation (Poses as a human)

Alignment: Good, however, She doesn't want to have to choose sides

Age: Indeterminable (She appears to be 30-40)

Relationship Status: Married

Alliance: Gods of Creation and several writers communities

Powers & Abilities:
Beyond her powers as a goddess of creation, she possesses two abilities, Singularity and Anomaly. Singularity means that no other being can be like her, she is in every way unique. Regardless of how powerful you are, stronger than her or not, you can not mimic her as she is a completely separate entity from all others. In any planes of existence, there are no other copies of her, she is the only apparition of the goddess Selene. Her Anomaly ability allows her to exist beyond the rules that bind the world as she existed before they were put into the world and she is hidden from the view of the gods who enforce the rules. This makes her capable of pulling off the most unusual feats. This power is unusually temperamental, it may or may not work in some situations randomly. It tends to come into play in the most peculiar situations, for example, she's a master gambler as she'll pull an impossible hand, but she doesn't enjoy gambling.

Appearance:



Selene doesn't often appear as her true self or in her typical goddess visage, but what she does appear as is a woman in her late thirties. She is a light skinned woman, pale from spending her days inside writing, often only going out for extended periods of time before the sun is at its zenith. Her hair is long, notably surpassing her back. It's black as the darkest night and is tied towards the bottom so that it doesn't get caught in things easily. It's smoothly brushed so that it isn't tangled at any time of the day. Her eyes are somewhere between grey and violet (Her real eyes are a beautiful lavender, but she greys them a bit so that she isn't given away by her signature feature) that carry a knowing gaze whether or not she actually knows something. Despite this, they are a bit dull in colour and aren't the most eye catching. She wears a pair of glasses that she really doesn't need, however she finds that they look nice and thinks that reading is a little easier with them on. Selene is a little taller than average, but it isn't a particularly noticeable difference. She's lithe in figure with a rather large chest and dainty hands. Her style of dress is quite conservative, she doesn't show much skin at all, she is a mother, after all, she can't go walking around like a two-bit hussy in a thong and nipple tassels. She dresses respectably to set an example for her son who really is too old to care how she dresses as long as it's not in the aforementioned thong and tassels. She also always has on the necklace given to her by her husband, though it doesn't actually do what he thinks it does for her, she finds it to be a sweet gift. She also, of course, has her wedding ring and a self-refilling wine glass that might as well be a part of her outfit.

Personality:
Selene was a mother from the very start, literally so. It would only make sense that she be a naturally motherly type person and she is, but what makes her motherly? Selene, to begin, is kind, she has an innate need to help other people when they need help. Her very presence is enough to make someone more comfortable and at peace. One can always count on her to make light of a bad situation. Anyone who has ever met her can attest to the fact that she is nothing but kind and caring. Her every action is an act of good, a movement into the direction of peace and harmony. Selene would go to great lengths to help someone out. An example of this is that in her one of her lives in which she played the role of a Queen, placed in power by a people who had fought long and hard to bring down their last ruler, she gave wealth to her people and lead them towards a brighter future, making sure that she knew each and every person and was able to understand their struggles before stepping down and handing the title to someone else and changing identities.

Selene is also wise, but one could only expect that from someone as old as she is. She was there for every event the world had to go through and she was a more than avid note taker. Whilst she withholds most of this wisdom so that she can maintain her guise, she in truth falls amongst the wisest beings in the Realms. She wishes to be someone that her son and divine children can look up to, so she makes sure that she is worthy of that. Though she can't impart this knowledge upon the gods quite yet, she always lends a helping hand to her son Orland. Much of her wisdom can be seen in her novels and she'll often reference them when she helps someone, after all, the extra book sales never hurt. She doesn't always come off as wise when you first meet her because she doesn't feel the need to flaunt her wisdom and prefers to just act like a normal person until her wisdom is made a necessity.

One trait that has dictated her life is her fascination with life. When one is left in isolation from any form of reality for time indefinite you tend to get a little bit, overwhelming, unimaginably lonely. This lead to her creation of other gods, but from there, she fell in love with their creations. She lived amongst them, trying her best to emulate the mannerisms of the non-divine, yet would ultimately fail for a long time. This never halted her interest, but the effects of this on her personality are that she has much curiosity concerning new races she encounters. She values life more than anything excluding her children. She appreciates the minute differences between races and does her best to understand each race's culture and features. She is a strong promoter of diversity and since the earliest periods of time she was for the integration of all races and in modern days she has gotten to see the fruits of her labour. Despite her love for all forms of beings, she is a bit biased towards cute things, but she'll never let it show through.

Another key point about Selene is her intelligence. Intelligent design requires intelligence and she created gods so she had to at least be mildly intelligent. Selene's ability to comprehend things with minimal information is extensive and her deductive abilities are vast. Once again this is a trait reflected in the novels she writes, everything from vocabulary to the minor plot based details would lead one to believe, just by reading one of her books that she is far smarter than the average person. She may not always act as smart as she is, finding that doing so is just a way to try and seem intelligent as true intelligence needn't be shown off, it makes itself known when needed, otherwise it's simply inefficient, which is the exact opposite of what an intelligent person wants to be. Her smarts make her a talented strategist, hence the reason she's able to help out in this war without being noticed by anyone. She is unusually knowledgeable about sheep which she dubs a fascinating and vital species, however, it's really just that she finds them adorable.

The last of her most notable qualities is her maternal instinct, a passion to protect all she holds dear. You could do anything to her, but the moment you harm anyone she holds dear is when you learn about the power that created gods. She will hold back nothing if you bring harm to anyone she loves. The war amongst gods, particularly the animosity between Ryo and Hyo cause her to feel conflicted as she loves them both, but she doesn't want to have to hurt one or the other. If anything she wishes for a peaceful resolution, she'd give her life if it meant that there would be no more conflict amongst her children, but she doubts that even that would be enough to fully halt their actions. None the less, she will defend what she loves down to her last breath. Even in cases in which someone is simply being a jerk, she is the type of embarrassing mother who goes and gives them "thorough talking to" and then takes you out afterwards for ice cream and babies you the entire time as damage control.

History:
Selene was the original goddess, but also the goddess who remained a mystery to civilization for the longest time. She had been given credit for but one singular act, however, it was no minor role in history. Alone, in a state unchanging was Selene. She could create yet had no idea what to create, but eventually, she became lonely, or, rather, she felt empty. She tried to figure out how to fill this emptiness and came up with a thought. She produced beings similar to her. They were unique, bearing different personalities and ideals. The emptiness was filled, these beings went on to create and destroy, bring light and bring dark and cause war and usher in peace. She thought of them as her children but amongst them there were feuds. She did not wish to step in and attempt to stop it but decided that they were their own people and should solve their problems on their own. Little did she know how relevant her creations had become for they were not humans or elves, no, they were gods. Selene was the mother figure to the oldest of the gods, not all gods were direct products of her creation, but the very firsts were. She left them to their own devices to figure things out and brought herself into the world they had created, her true self now lost to history.

Selene walked amongst mortals, hoping to become accustomed to their peculiar ways. It took lifetimes for her to truly adjust, as one would imagine she was far from typical after all. Something about her had been to perfect for her to be a mere human. She seemed to be different, better in most ways which made things particularly difficult for her. She analysed humans, the species she wished to be one of and simply could not figure out what was missing. She had been doing everything right, she had become everything a human wanted to be and she was simply at a loss. It wouldn't be until much later that she figured out the mistake she had made. She came to the realisation around the time that the phrase "I'm only human" became commonplace. Until then she had done her best to be what a human wanted to be, not what a human was. She had missed a vital point, humans are flawed. They weren't perfect, she envied how each and every one of them was different but was ignorant to the fact that if they were all perfect and ideal that would all be the same.

Arduous work went into "perfecting" her human personas, but with time she got into the groove of things. She could be herself, she just had to add a little something extra. She had played the parts of several people during her life as her immortality made it nearly impossible to convince people that she was human as humans died. Some of her previous identities included a queen, a peasant, a priestess (How ironic), an orphanage director, a teacher and an author on several occasions. Selene found much joy in creating as a whole, be it creating gods or creating a story, hence the reason she often chose to be a writer. A natural talent at it, she was well known under several names. From writing classics to modern science fiction it was a way to create entire universes whilst not breaking her human disguises. She had even written children's stories, all of which most of the inhabitants of the 49 Realms grew up with. Every book she wrote was an extension of her, none of her pieces were sloppy or meaningless, they all held purpose which is likely why she was such an acclaimed author.

Despite her non-involvement with the other gods and goddesses she still kept up to date on their antics. She kept track of everything from major conflicts, the rise of new gods and goddesses and their favourite foods. She couldn't quite say she agreed with them sealing away Hyo and banishing any of his supporters, but trusted them to handle things. She had hoped that they'd reach a point of peace as opposed to an uneasy temporary fix, but Selene refused to step in and completely hidden from them, got even deeper into mortal life. She was knowledgeable about the gods due to the fact that she kept such a close eye on them, but to ensure she was never discovered she feigned ignorance. Even if it endangered a life she would withhold information about them because she simply would not allow herself to be found, she was happy living amongst the lesser beings and didn't feel the same joy when posing as a goddess. Something about being a goddess made her feel too superior, but as a human, she felt free, she didn't have to act in a certain way, she was free to do as she pleased as opposed to acting in a way suitable for a goddess.

Whilst we could go on forever about her past identities, we'll stick to her most recent one. Selene lived under the name Celina Dumontier, a clever young woman with a knack for figuring things out. She started this life as a small time author, she'd write novels and would have them published in writing competitions for fun and she lived in a cosy, cottage-like home. She became a neighbourhood celebrity, popular for her achievements. Many of her close friends recommended that she take some of her writing to a publisher. This, of course, was nothing new, but eventually, she caved and took a piece of hers to a publisher and, as always, was published. It became popular quickly and people were requesting another edition and so she followed through and gave them another. This process continued and with time she became beloved across the 49 Realms, Celina Dumontier was yet another life lived by Selene in which she became a famed author. Her books were sold in shops almost everywhere and she had a fan base which she held quite dear to her heart.

One day, she was on a trip, her home was in Cynho city, but she felt it would be interesting to go visit Feywild as she had heard about its beauty and despite that never in her immortal life got the chance to visit. She stayed at a lovely little inn and was treated to breakfast in bed each day. She had a book signing to attend to one of the days of her vacation. It was her and a few other writers, she shared a table with fellow author, an elven man named Silvanus. He was less acclaimed, but he was talented, he was popular in Feywild, but his writings weren't that well known beyond that one realm. Selene, of course, had heard of him, she was part of a community and she made it her business to know all the other authors. The two got along quite well and chatted about several things between waves of readers asking for signatures. At the end, Silvanus asked her on a date within the coming days. The two made their own work hours so there was no issue with scheduling. They went for tea and coffee and once again they hit it off. Selene and Silvanus shared interests, outlooks and even tastes in food. They continued to go on little dates and after a while, she moved to live with him.

Selene, or as Silvanus knew her, Celina, was happy with her position in life, the two of them were inseparable and spent years together. Sadly, she couldn't tell him of her true self and as such an action would make discovering her a possibility. As much as she loved him she had to keep her identity a secret, but in her mind, it just meant that she had to treat him twice as well to compensate for her lie. As time progressed they grew only closer and so Silvanus proposed to her. Selene, of course, said yes, she may have been a goddess, but in the end, she was in love with this elven man and thus it only made sense. The wedding was small, consisting of his family and their close friends. As far as her husband-to-be knew, her family was having issues and so she simply could not ask them to come and he was willing to trust her words. Technically what she said was true, her only family was her children and they were more than occupied so she was telling him the truth. Everything about their wedding was straight from a storybook, coincidentally one Selene wrote under a different name. The two authors decided that the wedding would be themed after novels they enjoyed, after all, they met due to their interest in literature. Whilst there were other aspects one of her old novels was a major influence on their wedding.

After their marriage they lived simple lives, they would wake up at the same time, which was right at the crack of dawn, they'd make breakfast and when they were done they'd sit down while eating and chat about the news and the previous night's dreams. After that they'd go for a walk around town, the fresh air and people provided inspiration and it was a source of bonding. After that, they would hunker down and get some writing done for the day. Silvanus would always try to get more done than her, but Selene would always pull ahead, putting a comfortable gap between them regardless of how hard he tried. Then the two would go out for lunch with a few friends. Lunch would lead to them often splitting ways for a short while as they went running a few errands around town. Afterwards, they'd come back home for tea and cookies of some sort and they'd get some light writing done while they talked about what happened while they were out. Then there would be a small gap of free time to do whatever before dinner. Dinner was a meal that was enjoyed relatively quietly and was followed by something small, but sweet for dessert, something that Silvanus was oddly quite the expert at making. Then they'd simply enjoy each other's company on their couch in front of a warm fireplace.

Selene had missed one key point about the marriage of Celina and Silvanus, she was supposed to be a human while he was an elf. He would live far longer than her persona would, but this thought never escaped her beloved husband. It was a hassle, but he got a hold of a necklace. For as long as she wore it she'd be able to share his immense longevity. This solved the problem, making it so that she could be with him for as long as he lived without others questioning how. Despite how delightful that gift was there was one that truly holds a special place in her heart. You see, in her time living as no more than a typical human she discovered wine, something which she fancied very much. In her mind, very little in the world was better than a fine, well-aged Beaujolais. Only her children and Silvanus could surpass her love for her precious wine. For an anniversary he had gotten her yet another magical item, a self-restoring wine glass. It would refill itself with each sip. She wasn't quite sure who created wine, but whoever did deserved an award. She was never an alcoholic, but she much enjoyed taking a sip every now and then, hence the reason she kept the glass on her at all times.

They shared their lives together and so the time came that they wished to have something else or rather someone else. The couple decided it was time to have a child. This, of course, implied more of a birth type scenario as opposed to the "I created you with my divine power children!" approach to motherhood. Their child was a boy, half elf and half god, but it was always assumed that he was half human as opposed to half god. The boy was named Orland Elyshaar (Silvanus' last name, Selene had kept the Celina Dumontier name as she needed to be recognisable by the name on her books), a handsome and clever young boy. Selene and Silvanus revolved their lives around him and incorporated him into every part of their day. He was spoiled, but he did still understand discipline. Selene did, however, had to come up with explanations for her son being able to produce things out of nothing. She was able to convince everyone that it was just an unusual ability, however, she made sure to help him out as much as she could without breaking her cover. Orland was the apex of her life, whilst she would go to great lengths to hide her identity, if it came down to that or her son, she'd throw all inhibition to the wind and end whoever tried to harm him.

Within more recent times she'd been a bit worried by the breaking seal on Hyo. She loved him, she was one of her children, but it wasn't safe for him to be allowed free reign. She of course never let her knowledge show, but it became harder and harder for her to stay out of things, but at this point, it would only have been endangering to her family. Things only got worse, which worried her, she began to quell smaller problems as she came across them, however, she refused to mess with any large problems. She didn't want to involve herself, they were powerful, talented beings who could handle things themselves without her help. Of course, some things can only last so long and in the end, she is a mother, her job is to keep her children from fighting so who knows how long she'll hold out with their lives out on the line...

Likes: Wine || Family || Her Children || Writing || Cute Things || Diversity || Life || Tea || Learning || Cooking || "Mothering" || Sheep || The Arts ||

Dislikes: Cruelty || Premature Deaths (She understands that there must be balance) || Chaos || Family Conflicts || Needless Violence ||

Transformations:
True form: This form is stated to be so beautiful that the mind, as opposed to trying to comprehend what it's seeing undergoes the easier task of blocking out the thought completely. Only her first children have witnessed it without blanking it out. Sadly, because of this, there would be no point in showing you as your mind would simply refute the image's existence.

Goddess form: This is the form she uses when partaking amongst the gods, the differences are slight, but in this form, she gains a more elegant and refined beauty. The crescent that surrounds the back of her head holds unknown importance. - https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/...

Name: Vander

Aliases: High Priest of The Mother Goddess || Advocate of The Lost Goddess || Eldest Kitsune || Temple Builder || Vander of the Gale ||

Race: Kitsune

Alignment: Good

Age: His precise age is unknown though it is assumed that he very well could be the oldest living Kitsune. It's noted that he had been around during the very brief period of time in which the goddess Selene was still living amongst the gods.

Relationship Status: Single & forever as such

Alliances: Gods of Creation (Particularly Selene)

Powers & Abilities:
Vander, being a Kitsune has fox-fire, but more famously possesses powerful air magic. His uses are versatile, from unstoppable gale force winds to choosing certain chemical compositions in the air. On his own, he was more than competent with this magic, but his power is enhanced by two things, one being his peacock feather fan. Through its use, he can produce winds with far greater force. His second boost is one from long ago, for he is a catalyst for a small amount of the goddess Selene's power. For this, he is more than grateful and it gives him the potential to create air constructs.

Appearance:



Vander is a handsome man, especially considering his old age. Men and women find themselves attracted to the Kitsune man and his uniquely attractive look. Vander's hair is extremely long, almost reaching down to his waist in silk-like strands of well-tended silver with a jade tint. The unique intrigue of his hair has stirred the curiosity of many and as such rumours have been created about it in which they are believed to be the product of Arinna's first light having been solidified after shining through a Jade stone. Atop his head, poking through his hair are two tall fox ears, the silver tone of his hair on the outside and white as snow on the inner parts. The left one of them has a gold and jade ring, an accessory which some people believe to be the source of his immense longevity, though the truth of this is unknown and seems highly unlikely. Vander has flawless dark skin with a few interesting designs across his face. All but one of these markings are in green, they are symmetrical and symbolise several things, all of which he would gladly explain to anyone who asks, but beware as each one comes with a story that would make your long winded story telling grandfather blush. Vander has stunning emerald eyes, shining with brilliance their kind gaze can calm the most frantic person, though they seem to hold a mischievous glimmer to them, alluding to his playful nature. His build is quite muscular, one the men (And women for other reasons) would kill for, even without having the supernatural strength he would be quite strong simply because of muscle mass. Vander has nine fluffy tails, colour identical to that of his hair. Due to their inconvenient size and number he often keeps them hidden, but every now and then he'll allow one or all show. His outfit is a whole new world of unusual, it's several billion years out of fashion, though it does have its own... Charm. It leaves his chest and biceps completely uncovered, the waist has a very short skirt-like piece, however, he wears a pair of large green pants to cover his legs. On his head he has a hat with several gold applications, one being a large gold band embedded with a large amber stone that, depending on the lighting can appear dark, almost brown or bright gold. On the back of it two large trains of fabric dangle past the length of his hair, each held together by golden rings at the bottoms. Around his neck is a large piece made out of pure gold and jade, worth more any house or manor you could find. It's heavy though it is a symbol of his position and therefore a necessary evil. On his person, he also always has his magical artefact, a peacock feather fan with powerful wind enhancing magic. From the base of the fan flows a cluster of gold thread.

Personality:
Vander possesses a strong sense of duty and regularly displays true dedication and conviction to his morals and beliefs. The most obvious example of this would be his eternal servitude to the Creation Goddess, Selene. Despite her having only been a part of the world for its earliest stages before disappearing completely, never to be seen again by a single being, living or otherwise, his dedication to her never wavered once, his convictions hold true against the test of time. In her absence, he proceeded to carry through with his every duty and would attend the meetings of the gods in her place as he was her closest confidante in her brief partaking in the world. In between this, he would do his best to locate her for billions of years. As one would imagine this implies he is quite loyal to his goddess, and when he decides to place his trust in someone it is absolute. Some would go as far as to call it stubbornness which wouldn't be that far off, after all, he has dedicated his entire life to search for a woman who had been missing the span of almost all existence. This will never stop his vigorous pursuit of her, especially with the world being the way it is, he believes that she is needed now more than ever.

Vander is known to be brilliant, as knowledgeable as a scholar and wise as a sage. Being as old as he comes with the perks of having lived through literally everything. His calculative skills are advanced beyond those of most any you'd meet. He thinks and processes quickly, making him a splendid strategist. His knowledge, while extending into many fields is focused upon magic and his patron goddess Selene. Having lived through most of history, what most have to learn in class he holds as a memory, something which for him is eidetic. He can apply his knowledge in most situations, however, if he can't he'd much rather sit down, take his time and deliberately plan his approach so that he knows how to solve the problem the next time. Years of experience under his belt wisdom can only be expected, one doesn't just become the high priest of a goddess by being a dense imbecile after all. Much of what he says can be confusing but does typically prove to be helpful in some sense. People have on many occasions come to his temple in search of his help. He much enjoys reading in his free time as a way to further his knowledge and wisdom, he can quote any author at a moments notice.

Despite his role as high priest to the goddess Selene, he is actually quite the playful and mischievous person. Whilst he is less energetic than he was in his youth, he still enjoys poking fun at others, but on a much lesser scale. Conversation and the such are hard to come by when you live alone in a temple high in the mountains, at the top in a room guarded by sentient statues that have power over fire and the wind, but simply to get to them you have to hold strong against the illusions with which the temple will try to tempt you with. Though it may be difficult for people to get there, the pure of heart have no trouble as the statues, named Uno and Sano allow them to pass freely and the illusions become far less prominent. These people he gets along with well and so when he does get a visitor he is often quite ecstatic to meet or make re-acquaintance with them and will most definitely try and figure out something to do with them. Even simple games are fun for him and in that manner, he can be fairly childish, but when you reach his age you tend to find things that make you feel young to be your salvation.

History:
Vander was born long ago before most other species as a whole came into existence. His true age remains a mystery, but one landmark that points to him being truly ancient is his close friend and patron goddess, Selene, the goddess who vanished from history shortly after creating the first gods. Excluding the gods, he is likely the most knowledgeable about this time long forgotten. He was raised with a respect for the gods, one far greater than would be found in modern society, but he found interest in one, in particular, the earliest creation goddess. No one really knew much about her, she created the gods and then sat back to simply observe. The mystery that shrouded her intrigued him and so he worked to try and figure out who she truly was. He discovered small details, but nothing major, however, everything he learnt interested him. He slowly, but surely became amongst a small few people who had dedicated themselves to her service. He would do his best to fit into the type of character he had been told she was and strived for the same ideals.

Most people never had a hope of meeting Selene, her appearances only became more sparse as time went on, but Vander was lucky enough to be a reason for her to make herself known. She had taken notice of how dedicated he was and because of this, she appointed him to be her right hand, her servant for when all others have left her, a close friend and confidante, but most of all a proxy. At the time he assumed what she meant was that it was in the case that something went wrong and she was to pass away, however, he was overcome by the pride brought unto him from the occurrence. He spent the next while of his life truly dedicated to her. He was in every way her servant, yet at the same time, they were the closest of friends. Selene kept him at her side as a guardian and for the company. Her dislike for meaningless violence made her an easy target for anyone and so became a part of his role being her protect her. He would do away with any offenders in her place. He attended meetings for the gods with her, she never told him why she was so intent on him being present for these events, but it wouldn't be long until he figured out.

Vander recalled the last time they spoke quite vividly, it was no different than any other day, all but one detail was the same. Typically she would tell him until next time, but on that day she simply said goodbye. He paid it no mind as it was a rather usual farewell for most, but as days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to years and so on he worried. The goddess to whom his entire life was dedicated had faded away without a trace, her whereabouts unknown to even her own children. Vander spent a millennia worth of time searching for her, but it was to no avail. He understood all her reasons for using certain words or giving him certain duties. He was there to be a place holder for her when she vanished. She understood that the worlds fate was not hers to decide, it was for her children, she wished for them to be their own independent beings and as such he was simply there to be the word of unbiased reason. Vander took on her every duty to the best of his abilities in her absence, but he hated not having her around, she was irreplaceable in his mind.

As time went on, much of the world forgot about her, her name becoming little more than the content of a single sentence in an out dated history book, but for Vander, he could not let her name die. Whilst others thought him foolish for worshipping a goddess who would never come back his dedication and perseverance were far beyond that of any other. He devised a plan with which to immortalise her name. Vander lived up high in the tallest mountains you could ever dream of, people were perplexed by his actions when he began to obtain massive amounts of stone, gold, gems and priceless artefacts. People started to question what he was doing and in turn, he'd answer them, Vander was building a temple that would pierce the clouds like a blade, filled with spectacular magic and wealth of an unimaginable scale. Most simply thought that he had lost it, gone senile in his old age, but Vander more than understood what he was doing. Slowly he pulled it off, the temple began with a plateaued base that rose into walls of stone decorated with bronze and gold. At a certain height, the only way to climb any higher from outside were ladders of pure bronze The top of the temple has the head of a fox with stunning uncut gems for eyes. Each gem was a wonder, an unrivalled beauty that tempted the greatest thieves around the world yet none succeeded in obtaining them for one reason, or rather, two. Uno and Sano. The two sentient fox statues, the two were given life by what was called the left and right stones. They work in tandem, one cannot exist without the other, but together they are a force to be reckoned with. At the base of the head is a collar-like feature covered in runes. The Runes were what granted the inside its powerful magic.

The outside of the temple was considered to be a physical challenge, it was gruelling to get through, but the inside was a whole new story. The inside was far more leisurely physically, but it was a mental challenge. The runes on the outside gathered and locked away the residual energy of creation, those who entered would be faced by trials of illusion. The energies trapped in the temple could not truly create, but the illusionary magic was potent, some who were not pure of heart faced their worst nightmares, yet others, those who were too weak were enraptured in the beauties it allowed them to see. In some cases, it can be a way to gain closure as a way to say your final goodbyes to a loved one, but the problem begins when a goodbye turns into a conversation and then a new life made completely out of falseness. The very top room which was accessible through stairs from inside or the ears from the outside was where Vander made his home. Despite the awful sounding nature, the truth of it was that it kept the unpure and the evil from disgracing the name of Selene and was a test with which to prove oneself. His accomplishment sparked much more interest in Selene, whilst it may not have fully revived people's belief in her return it was more than enough to keep her from being forgotten completely.

The temple wasn't exactly an easy feat to pull off. Previously it was described as slow, but that does not truly explain it. He began not that long after her disappearance (relative to his lifetime), it took him from this ancient times until just a few thousand years from the present. His role in these most recent times has remained the same, however, with conflict on the rise he has only worked harder in his pursuit to find Selene to try and tip the scales ever so slightly, but still has had no success. He has also worked on turning his room in the temple into a grand library filled with vast unknown knowledge so that he can truly answer all questions he is asked by those who come for his aid.

Likes: Games || Reading || Selene || Spicy Foods || Magic Practice || Peace || Order || Freedom ||

Dislikes: Worshippers of The Destruction Gods || Meaningless Violence || Death || Chaos ||

Transformations:
Fox form - http://enterhaven.com/wp-content/uplo...

Other:
The temple from above - http://pm1.narvii.com/5950/7b51a37722...

Name: Eniko Miyazaki
Race: Elf
Nickname: Enii
Good, bad, neutral: Currently flying solo.
Age:19
Sexuality: She is straight
Relationship status and whom: Currently single and has more important things to worry about
Powers/ abilities: Wielder of Blue Fire. Blue Fire is a fire that can only be sparked by a Wielder of Blue Fire, but once sparked, it is suddenly a huge ravaging fire that can only be stopped by the one who sparks it, and can travel across land, water, everything, even regular fire. However, the Wielder can decide how big the spark is, and control it. She is also very good at mimicking voices, and has the strength of twenty Olympic weightlifters.
Alliance: Currently flying solo.
Appearance: [image]http://fanaru.com/anime-girls/image/1...
Weight: 131 pounds
Outfits: The one above, and she basically just has a couple extra copies of that exact dress.
Eye and hair colour: She died her hair the bright red at age eight, and never stopped redoing it, because she loved it, like, a lot.
Personality: EXTREMELY introverted and tries to avoid interacting with anyone as long as she possibly can, but when she absolutely must interact with others, she is very neutral in any discussion (as to not call too much attention to herself) except discussions about the bad. She will voice her very good-sided opinion, even if it means that the beings age was talking to grow annoyed or angry. She's also stubborn, and mentally strong.
Good parts: She is loyal, very, very clever and creative.
Bad parts: She is sometimes naive, it takes a lot to prove your loyalty to her, and bossy. And she has a nightmare every night, each one more terrifying and ghastly than the last.
Likes: Anything musical. Unless it's affiliated with the bad.
Dislikes: The bad, interacting with others, the cold, not being able to use her abilities and power, her nightmares.
Song: Last Ride of the Day- Nightwisj
Other: If she goes over 4 days without food and/or water, she will simply be weak (more and more so every second) for 2 days, then on the 6th day, unable to mimic and has the strength of a single man, on the 10th, frail, weak, and unable to spark fire, strengthless, and, no matter how hot it is, COLD. If she STILL hasn't eaten and/or drank by the 15th day, she's dead.

Blue wrote: "Name: Eniko Miyazaki
Race: Elf
Nickname: Enii
Good, bad, neutral: Currently flying solo.
Age:19
Sexuality: She is straight
Relationship status and whom: Currently single and has more important th..."

BEAUTIFUL CHARACTER!! APPROVED! Except i cant seem to see her picture. Do you think you could fix that?

Blue wrote: "Princess Kitty~ All things are wild and free {Lys, your just a wild thing} wrote: "Blue wrote: "Name: Eniko Miyazaki
Race: Elf
Nickname: Enii
Good, bad, neutral: Currently flying solo.
Age:19
Sex..."


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Princess Kitty~ All things are wild and free {Lys, your just a wild thing} wrote: "Blue wrote: "Princess Kitty~ All things are wild and free {Lys, your just a wild thing} wrote: "Blue wrote: "Name: Eniko Miyazaki
Race: Elf
Nickname: Enii
Good, bad, neutral: Currently flying sol..."


yeah

Try this: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/6048897...

Thats perfect thank you^O^

♤ Name: Kazuhi Uchiha
✼-Nickname- Kazu, Kaz, Kazuhi
✼-Race: Human
✼-Good
✼Age: 17
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- Open
✼- Powers/ abilities- Fire, Lightning, Wood style and his Sharingan
✼- Alliance- Akatsuki, Former Anbu black ops
♡https://68.media.tumblr.com/490ed25ed...
➢Appearance:
♘- Height: 6'2 1/2
✼- Weight: 155
✼-Outfit- http://www.sexylunla.com/attachments/...
✼-Eye & Hair Color-
♡http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/n...
➢Personality: Unknown
✼-Good Parts- unknown
✼-Bad Parts- Everything
➢History His history is unknown. But only 3 people know his sad past.
➢Likes His brother, his mother and his father
➢Dislikes everything
➢Song
➢Transformations
Sharingan- https://media.giphy.com/media/DtrgP2M...
Mangekyou Sharingan- http://emblemsbf.com/img/4939.jpg
Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan- http://img12.deviantart.net/22a7/i/20...
Susanoo- https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/...
Susanoo stage 2- https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/...
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
Susanoo stage 3- (Red)
https://animesouls.com/wp-content/upl...
Rinne Sharingan- https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Mj1cnByuzmM/hq...
http://orig11.deviantart.net/a88d/f/2...
✼- Other-

|| Aven Haddeus ||

Aliases: The Cat | Shadow Wraith | King of Night | Cat Eyes |

Sexuality: Straight

Alliance: He walks alone, shadows following his wanderings.

Race: Darkin (view spoiler)[ Darkin are creatures that are stronger at night, they bend shadows to their every will and mostly keep to themselves. Stories and myths are told of them, mostly ones that say they steal babies from cribs at night and other horrors. Most of them were wiped out from wars and people of the government that feared them and makes untrue accusations, there are very few that remain living, mostly if one is a darkin themselves they very, very rarely meet another of their kind during their continuous life. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Age: Unknown

Neutral

Powers & Abilities: Aven has a very rare type of Shadow magic, shadows follow him wherever he goes, wrapping around his arms and he himself. He finds himself much stronger at night, which is when he comes out like a nocturnal animal. His reading of mind make him a dangerous man, since he can manipulate and bend the control of a person's mind, making them do a certain decision or even tear them to insanity, sometimes killing the person completely if he needs to do so. He bends the shadows to his every will and command, they following along like loving children, if taken a look at his shadow, not even a Master of Art would notice that it is dark enough for two or more.



Aven is beautiful, but if one looks at him they immediately find him dangerous, making one shiver and goosebumps arise on their arms. Though intimidating he looks like a beautiful portrait painting that everyone desires to have, that they could look at forever, with beautiful tanned skin, his chocolate brown hair lighter in hue with small blond streaks that can be found if looked closely enough, which sometimes falls into his violet eyes, sometimes changing into to a deeper purplish hue, his cat eyes set with thick black eyelashes, he usually keeps his shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail, making him look even more gorgeous. He wears very mysterious wear, a long black trench coat found to be on him, black jeans, shirt, and dark boots, he stands at a quite tall height, though heavily built with muscle and sport, he doesn't look like a bodybuilder. His hands are laid with fingerless leather gloves, which no one can figure out why he wears. His teeth are catlike, fanged at times. But whilst people think that he will talk like an average person, he talks with the language of olden days, when they used thy as your and thee as you, it is quite lovely to listen to.

Personality: Aven is a seductive man in nature, usually acting like a cat, which gave him the title of being called, The Cat, he seduces women and even men seem attracted to him, he is much of a tease, though acting like a gentleman would be a small part of him that he won't reveal often, his expression mysterious, sometimes tilted in a mischievous smirk. He usually wanders the night alone, his shadows his only friends, keeping him company in all times. He is a gorgeous man with exquisite yet simple tastes.

History: ( I'll get to this later )

Likes: Tea | The Night | Being Alone | Cats |

Dislikes: He doesn't dislike much things, but he doesn't like much either, both things he can have his mood change and his own opinions in quick seconds, his mind always thinking.

Song: Deep End by Ruelle https://youtu.be/hvlDjqdwc2Y

Transformations: He turn into a monstrous beast, with claws and wings as black as a raven's mixed together with something more horrible and black which he doesn't like to reveal, a thing that would make people terribly scared and paralyzed in horror. (hide spoiler)]

https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...

this is the first time I've made more than one character per group.
>: }

♤ Name: Faron Raxus
✼-Nickname- Crimson Healer(Formal Title)
✼-Race: Human
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Good
✼Age: 26
✼Sexuality: straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- single
✼- Powers/ abilities- good with sword/shield, low level healing magic.
✼- Alliance- mostly a "Lone Wolf" type, has been know to work with organizations for the good of the people.
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Appearance:
♘- Height: 6' 5"
✼- Weight: 240 lb
✼-Outfit- a suit of red armor or a red tee shirt with jeans and a black enchanted backpack
✼-Eye & Hair Color- Brown eyes, Brown hair
♡(Gif or Pic) picture
➢Personality: An honorable and loyal man, known for his small deeds rather than his large ones. tends to stay out of the affairs of other species, not too keen on getting into fights with creatures more powerful than he is.
✼-Good Parts- intelligent, honorable, and loyal
✼-Bad Parts- doesn't fare well in social situations, people tend to mistake discipline for lack of feeling.
➢History: he was born into an average family. his father was a soldier, he emphasized the importance of honor and loyalty. Faron joined the armed forces as soon as he could, he left for unknown reasons.
➢Likes: helping others, good food, and horses
➢Dislikes: flying, rats, and large bears
➢Song: Soldiers by Otherwise
➢Transformations: none

thanks again for allowing me to make a god of time. >:}

I wasn't sure if there was something i should put under organization, like if there is like a counsel of gods i should put there or something.

♤ Name: Xerinus
✼-Nickname- Knight of Time
✼-Race: god of time
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Good
✼Age: unknown, thought to be hundreds. usually appears as 22
✼Sexuality: Asexual
✼-Relationship Status And Who-none
✼- Powers/ abilities- time travel/manipulation
✼- Alliance- (an made up organization, or ones I listed)
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Appearance: picture Knight of Time
♘- Height: 5' 7"
✼- Weight: 189 lb
✼-Outfit- what seems to be fine red pajamas with or without helm or hood.
✼-Eye & Hair Color- dark red eyes, dark brown hair.
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Personality: an honor-bound god of time, he is constantly zipping through time fixing things that should or should not happen. has vowed not to interfere with lower beings unless the timeline is at stake.
✼-Good Parts- Responsible, honorable, and kind (for lack of a better word for kind)
✼-Bad Parts-has become separated from any kind of social skills that he may have had, he had grown tired of finding friends just to see their graves.
➢History: not much is known about his history, no one is even sure if he is from the past, present, or future. all people know is that when he is seen disasters seem to be adverted.
➢Likes music, nostalgia, and the sense of accomplishment that comes with preventing disasters.
➢Dislikes knowing how people will die, the cold, and losing
➢Song (I'll have to think about this)
➢Transformations: he can appear any age he chooses
✼- Other- has a fear of failure that drives him to perform perfectly every time.

♤ Name: Enki Fairdragon

✼-Nickname- Pele(the Hawaiian Fire Goddess)

✼-Race: Dragon Hybrid(Fire)

✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Chaotic Good

"People can pretend to be neutral, but soon or later. We all pick a side. Neutral is a temporary state of mind, a place before going to heaven or hell, yin or yang, good or evil."

✼Age: 700+ (looks 17)

✼Sexuality: Pansexual

✼-Relationship Status And Who- Single, but has had many boy/girl/personfriends.

✼- Powers/ abilities-

• Enki can as a dragon, can spout bat like wings at any moment, after having centuries of practice. She is an excellent flier, and can use her wings better than feet. Enki can turn into her full dragon form. In this form she is a red hot blazing dragon, who sets herself on fire and isn't fully aware of her surroundings. This only happens if you make her abnormally angry or in fatal combat or war. Though once she regains back her regular human body, she passes out for a couple hours, days, or even weeks depending on how long she was in that form. If in her dragon form to long, Enki has a 50/50 chance of dying.

•As a fire type dragon, she can shoot fire from any parts of her body. Preferably her fingertips, mouth, legs, (and tail only in full dragon mode)
In human form, she can use fire but not as powerful in her dragon form. She can fight with fire sometimes coming from her hands, legs, and feet. As in using fireballs, kicking someone with fire exuding from her leg, and punching something with a flaming fist. As explained before her wings even in her human form can sprout and those too may catch fire.

✼- Alliance- Whoever doesn't try kill her, otherwise she doesn't care



➢Appearance:
♘- Height: 5’4
✼- Weight: 186 Pounds
✼- Outfit- https://goo.gl/images/zEqArh
✼- Hair: It's a slight red but it also was hints of a feep purple, kind of like flower.
Eyes: Amber
https://goo.gl/images/R08TFK (Didn't draw this btw)

➢Personality:
Despite her fiery appearance, Enki is actually really cool, calm, and collected. She usually spends time alone in her room reading and sleeping, if not she is most likely exercising or of on a fly. Enki doesn't like being around a lot of people, well... fake people. So yeah, a lot of people. She dislikes having drama, but somehow always manages to get caught up in it. Enki isn't anti-social, but she isn't the party type. She'll go to some parties usually sit in a corner and observe people, werewolves, vampires. Anything. As long as it means not talking to some guy in the corner, I mean 'cuz, she ain't ugly.




➢History
Enki, was born more than 600 years ago. Being the child of a Witch and Dragon, as you can imagine she was homeschooled. Enki was a fiery little child, but smart. She would do her math in less than a few minutes and read some ancient hieroglyphics while eating lunch. Growing up was a slow process, after all just after a few hundred years she just started to look like a seventeen year old. Throughout the years, she would attend schools all over the world! Moving from Eastern to Western countries and watching then develop. Of course she was there for all of the important movements of the world. The Cold war, the Civil Rights Movement, and has seen and knows a lot too. Finally throughout time, she decided to take a rest and explore.

➢Likes
Giving chances with people who think they have a chance with her
Food
Training in combat
Free Stuff

➢Dislikes
Demigods(try to kill her)
Princes(also try to kill her)
Anyone who tries to kill her in general

➢Song
Cool- Zach Villere

➢Transformations
https://goo.gl/images/BXa0oy
✼- Other- It may not seem like it, but Enki has a huge sweet tooth. Sometimes, she does appreciate romantic gestures as long as it isn't too big. Something like a candlelit picnic under stars.

✼- Other- The name Enki was the name of a Mesopotamian goddess. She was the goddess of love, war, and wisdom

♤ Name: Marina Rain
✼-Nickname- Rina
✼-Race: Rain Princess
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: GOOD
✼Age: 170
✼Sexuality: Pansexual
✼-Relationship Status And Who- No one; Hasn't find someone worth her time
✼- Powers/ abilities-
- Water Manipulation
- She can control when it rains
✼- Alliance- (an made up organization, or ones I listed) The Rain Kingdom
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Appearance:
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/97/70/fa/97...
Ri has long, waist length blonde hair that's usually tied by in a half up, half down style. She has beautiful, chocolate brown eyes and very delicate features. She's a petite girl with a slender body and small curves.
♘- Height: 5'4
✼- Weight: 118
✼-Outfit-
Normally you can find Rina wearing a long, blue dress. She wears things that are celestial and gauzy looking. On her head she wears a crown of delicate looking tear-drop shaped crystals. Her dress melts into water drops towards the bottom.
➢Personality: ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you))
Rina is a sweet girl but when you question her or her position on her throne, she can be very fierce and stern. She puts her mind to things and gets them done. She likes to call herself a hopeless romantic and has her head up in the clouds about finding the perfect man (or woman) and being swept off her feet.
➢History ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you))
Rina grew up being loved by her kingdom though she was rather adventurous. Her mother died upon giving birth and her father was killed in war so she was raised by her father's brother's wife who rose to power when her parents died. Due to her father's brother's disability, he couldn't become king and wanted his son to become king but Rina thought it was unfair and told her mother she was the rightful ruler. In order to settle the dispute, the queen held a tournament that Rina persevered through and won the rightful spot. Her brother and uncle have been hateful since then. Rina shows a great love and respect for her foster mother who raised her like one of her own. She is oblivious to her brother and uncle's hate.
➢Likes
- Archery
- Practicing her magic
- Making it rain
➢Dislikes
- fire
- fighting
- war
➢Song
Bea Miller - Open Your Eyes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZgPG...
➢Transformations;
Not sure yet.

Name: Oliver 'Ollie' Leif Hawthorne (Previous Name: Olive Hawthorne)

Age:Visibly 17(1785)

Gender: Transgender Female

Species: Earth Fae

Powers/Abilities:

Natural Enhancements

• As an Earth Faerie, Ollie can use the earth as his weapon. When he uses any type of his powers, his hands glow a light green and glimmer like the sun having a relfection on the ocean. The things he can control is basically any living plant.

• Ollie can revive any plant, or any living organism. If it's human-like, it has to be surrouned by nature or in an are where his magic is strongest. Though depending on how much of his magic he uses, depends how much rest he'll need to recharge. Using to much all at once can damage poor Ollie, and if he dies he'll turn into a small Olive tree.

•One last thing Ollie can do is a magic called, Glamour. Glamour has run in his family's vains for tens of thousands of years. He can change the appearance of things, though it's not merely visible. When in Glamour for long, it turns into the real thing. Ollie doesn't use it for anything major. Just for clothes and accessories.

Personality:
Oliver Leif Hawthorne, is a small boy who loves to love and be loved. He is kind, sweet, and caring. Ollie is sensitive, and his feelings get hurt. He isn't macho, at all. He wears flower crowns basically all the time, and he is humble too.

Sometimes he can in fact put himself down because he doesn't know how to build himself up without thinking he's bragging. He is sensitive but won't start crying infront of anyone, except his family, and people he trusts. Ollie is trustworthy, he's never lied or snuck out, he's never stolen ever. Not even a small peice of candy from the sample bar, he always asks first.

He's not used to being babied though, in fact Ollie is quite strong! He can fend for his own against bullies, and his will is powerful. If someone tells him to stop, he'll either respectfully disagree, or immediately stop whatever he was doing before.

Appearance:

https://goo.gl/images/YVSJ1g

Good or Bad: \(•-•)/ INNOCENT CINNAMON ROL!

Relationship Status: Single

Crush: Nobody, but there used to be this cute water sprite. She was straight though. (He was in a girls shell then)

Former: No

Sexuality: Bisexual(leans towards men)

History:
He was born and raised in a secretive kindgom of small fae in the forest. He used to be in a girls shell, but when his glamor became stronger, Oliver changed himself into a boy. It wasn't a big change since the Fae were pretty my the most chill race in the relms. Though his fathrr and mother can be a bit over protective at times, though it's what kept Ollie a innocent cinnamon bun. He stayed that way. His life was kind of boring except for the fact that he was a former Princess. I mean yes life is extravagant but it can get boring 'rel quak'(no I didn't mispell it, I am using what the kids call 'slang' (obvious sarcasam)) though he would like to have a boyfriend.

Alliances - All the elemental kingdoms

Family:
King & Queen of the Fae
(Open for Collabs)
Friends:
Other Sprites, and Fae, that he'd concider to be kind.

Song: Everybody - Ingrid Michelson

Other:
A smol cinnamon rol is what he is

♤ Name: Izalu Agala
✼-Nickname- Dragonborn Izalu
Agala of the Dragonborns
✼-Race: ((Must ask to be god, god slayer, demon, shadow hunter, Ghost)): Dragonborn
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Chaotic good
✼Age: 16(Technically an adult since I’m going by D&D rules)
✼Sexuality: Pansexual
✼-Relationship Status And Who-Single
✼- Powers/ abilities- (2 unless you ask for more or god, etc) cold breath, resistance to cold
✼- Alliance- (an made up organization, or ones I listed)None
➢Appearance:
♘- Height: 5’6 smaller then an average dragonborn
✼- Weight: Unknown
✼-Outfit-See pic I posted
✼-Eye & Hair Color-Blue eyes and light blue hair
➢Personality: ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you)) Izalu is serious, but she will put herself in danger to help her allies but then again she’d rather work alone, then with someone else. She can rather be arrogant and cocky of her powers and sometimes even let down her guard.
✼-Good Parts-She’s protective
✼-Bad Parts-She can be arrogant and cocky at times
➢History ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you)) Izalu Agala was hatched within a tribe of cold dragonborns as a runt, unusually small dragonborn, but unusually strong. When she was a few months old she learned to walk and speak, both coming after other dragonborns usually had, and because of that she was picked on growing up. At the age of 13 Izalu set out on an adventure to save her village from falling apart because of a mysterious sickness that they had gotten and had gotten back when she was 14, a lot of the village had died but Izalu managed to cure the sickness and she stayed in the village till she was 15 which is when she set out again for the rest of the years.
➢Likes: Fighting, protecting friend
➢Dislikes: Losing
➢Song: Sucker For Pain(Imagine dragons etc XD)
➢Transformations: None
✼- Other-She can lift up the weight of a car and throw it with ease, but when distracted she can’t lift up anything heavier then a human



How'd I do?

♤ Name: Halcyon Freeman
✼-Nickname- Hel, Hell's Messenger
✼-Race: Bajang
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Chaotic Neutral
✼Age: 21
✼Sexuality: Heterosexual
✼-Relationship Status And Who- Depends on who you ask ;)
✼- Powers/abilities-

Natural Enhancements:

• Well being able to turn into a cat is a definite power, he can often be called childish when you find him as a cat though, he'll be batting a small object around in his paws or walking on things humans would call wires. There is definitely fun being a cat, while people think being a fox is sly... they've got nothing on Halcyon.

Added Strengths:

• Since being a cat is obviously not enough(while it is still indeed fabulous), Halcyon needed more to protect himself. So he learned Krav Magah, Ju Jitsu, and best of all a little bit of illusion magic to distracted others when in a fight. Of course Hel does all of this so fabulously and seductively that he doesn't often use these skills but practices them none the less.



➢Appearance: https://goo.gl/images/UbBTdu
♘- Height: 6'2
✼- Weight: 221 lbs(human) 13 lbs(cat)
✼-Outfit- Usually formally with a black and whute suit and tie. Or something like the picture.
✼-Eye & Hair Color- A deep green that feels as if you're staring into a field of grass.


➢Personality: Hel is one of the most seductive demons you will ever meet, even though he is heterosexual he believes there is no harm flirting with a guy or two. Charming everyone who comes his way, Halcyon will not hesitate to use either said seductiveness and or adorableness(cat form) to get what he wants.

✼-Good Parts-
Not completely heartless
Comforting
Friendly
Interesting
Playful
Gets people to loosen up


✼-Bad Parts-
Greedy
Childish(sometimes
Selfish
Seductive
Uses people then drops them
Arrogant(at times)

✼History: Halcyon was most literally formed in the pits of hell. What more do you want to know. Of course he would roam around here and there but, I'm confused on what more you would like to know.

➢Likes:
Playing with others emotions
being pet
kind beings
Stupid/Gullible people(easier to mess with)
Catnip

➢Dislikes
Possessive people
Protective Magic
Stronger beings
Those able to resist his charm
Dog lovers
Logic
Angels(sometimes)
Tuesday. (They're just so boring.)
➢Song: Feels - Calvin Harris

➢Transformations https://goo.gl/images/m5a8eL

✼- Other- He will F with you. Don't get it twisted.

♤ Name: Dante Moloch
✼-Nickname-
✼-Race: ((Must ask to be god, god slayer, demon, shadow hunter, Ghost)) Demon
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Chaotic Neutral
✼Age: Unknown, possibly thousands of years old
✼Sexuality: Bisexual
✼-Relationship Status And Who-Single
✼- Powers/ abilities- (2 unless you ask for more or god, etc)
Nightmares Dante can activate this power to either go into someone's dreams and worsen it or to be able to just stare at an enemy and send them fleeing if he wanted to. When using it his facial expression tends to darken and his eyes glow a bit.
(Unlike Sebastian Dante only has one power)
✼- Alliance- (an made up organization, or ones I listed) Unknown
➢Appearance:
♘- Height: 6'0
✼- Weight: Unknown
✼-Outfit-In pic
✼-Eye & Hair Color-White hair, pink eyes
➢Personality: ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you)): Dante's not really evil to say the least, sure he has negative energy but he's also a demon. Dante is more of the type of guy who would rather be alone then with anyone.
✼-Good Parts-He's pretty powerful
✼-Bad Parts-He'd rather be alone
➢History ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you)) Dante was born on the 5th of December to a Obyrith Lord and an unknown lesser demon who disappeared and left no trace of where she went. All the time Dante grew up with his half brother and half sister, like his half siblings Dante had wealth and power that far exceeds kings and queens but unlike his siblings he would rather be alone then with anyone else, not even liking to spend time with his family, then one day he left his home to travel by himself.
➢Likes Chaos and destruction like his half brother, being alone, nightmares
➢Dislikes: most of his family, gods, following rules
➢Song: Monster by Skillet
➢Transformations: None
✼- Other-

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♤ Name: Paz Yang
✼-Nickname- none
✼-Race: ((Must ask to be god, god slayer, demon, shadow hunter, Ghost)) Dragon Shifter
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral
✼Age: 20
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- single
✼- Powers/ abilities- Turns into a Golden Dragon and breaths golden fire
✼- Alliance- none
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Appearance:
♘- Height: 6'3"
✼- Weight: 240
✼-Outfit-
✼-Eye & Hair Color- goldish yellow eyes, white hair
➢Personality: Paz is a very kind, compassionate person. Sometimes he lets himself be a bit of a doormat, but it's only because he's more of a pacifist and doesn't want to get in fights. He's always kind to everyone, except for those who hurt people he cares about. But even then he's not aggressive or rude. Just stays back and bites his tongue.
✼-Good Parts- Compassionate, playful, kind, bubbly
✼-Bad Parts- passive, a bit on the timid side of fights
➢History- Paz grew up in a small village outside Lithen City on a farm until he was 13. His Oldest brother took the farm and runs it with his wife and family while Paz and his parents and younger sister moved into the city and set up a grocery and flower shop that they get from the farm. Other than that, he's lived a perfectly normal life. He still lives with his parents and 14 year old sister.
➢Likes- Books, flowers, plants, the outdoors
➢Dislikes- crowds, fighting, shouting, bullies
➢Song- Here Comes The Sun~The Beatles
➢Transformations- Dragon in the Appearance Picture

❝Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to endless night.❞

AURORA BLACKTHORNE

||Aura||Auri||Beauty||

✼ Race✼ Currently remains unknown but all that is known was that she was man made

✼Good, Bad, Neutral✼ Good

✼Age✼ 16

✼Sexuality✼ unknown

✼Relationship Status And Who✼ Out of everything she knows romance is probably the most difficult for her to understand. So she may as well be a sock puppet trying to talk on its own.

✼Powers/Abilities✼ Aurora has two main interlacing abilites, each a powerful asset in its own right. The first is a uncommon ability only certain gods, goddesses, or even demi-gods seem to possess. Its the power to nullify and absorb the attacking offenders abilities. This ability has kept her alive for the longest time, even when she came close to the brinks of death. She may run out of stamina, of energy, but by blasting there abilities towards her she is able to nullify its power and manipulate it however she sees fit. For example, lets say an attacker dares to blast her with an energy ball, she could nullify its power, and either absorb it to gain more power, energy, strength, or she could fire it back stronger or weaker than it was before. Either way its a win-win scenario, or a win-lose one.

The second ability is more basic, only because its points out where the attackers weaknesses are, allowing her the chance to either test which attacks are the most damaging, and which are the least. It also makes it easier for her to analyze when to attack. Lets say if someones attacks her from behind. Not only would her alarm bells start going beserk, but her body and attacks will reflexsively activate and damage her foe with ease. However, the case is different when she's actually staring into her oppnents eyes, because she will not immediately act upon the ability. She will just basically, "play around" until things get way out of hand and its too dangerous to have fun. The weaknesses of thess two abilities is if she is not concentrated, or her thoughts are too troubled to just snap out of it, or if she is physically wounded, or her markings are cut. That basically cuts off the power traveling through her, which is terrible for Aurora, as she lives on the power of others.

✼Appearance✼

♡

✼Alliance✼ Whoever gets her first

✼Personality✼

Aurora displays a variety of emotions, as she isn't one to keep her emotions locked up behind lock and key. One could either see her as an intellectual soul, always having her head stuffed in a book, her expressions morphing quickly with what she reads, or studious, either way her emotions aren't varied. Even when times get rough she will offer a warm smile and make sure the light isn't corrupted, because wherever this bubbly girl goes, a light always has to follow. However, there is no doubt that Aurora is kind and gentle, but that doesn't mean she's a lover. Because behind that calm exterior lives a wildcat that must be free, she just has to be lured into action. Still there is a part of her that becomes easily confused, especially with romance, one could easily notice that she doesn't understand what's happening when it comes to romance. She thinks too much that in the end it would end up giving her a migraine, and she would sit on a chair somewhere and moan in agony until it quickly makes its way out of her brain.

✼History✼

❝I remember now.

Because I bring light wherever there is darkness. I bring light to those who are stuck in their graves.❞

Aurora was surprisingly a manmade creature, as in she wasn't birthed my two mating parents, or crafted in a test tube, nor was she an experiment gone wrong by a sorcerer or witch. She was just born a little girl, with startling beautiful green hair, and vibrant golden green big doe eyes, with ancient markings where her heart would be, her thighs, and her arms as well.

Living out her days alone, Aurora taught herself the basic things in life like speech, writing, drawing, reading, dancing, etc. She could never stay in one spot, being filled with life and enjoyment - all she wanted to know was knowledge, and adventure. Everything she saw and touched filled an empty slot within her brain, she was even studious of the people with magical power. One could even say she would go to extreme lengths to understand if she could do the same. Unbeknownst to her, she could, but it wasn't something she discovered until yet.

The markings on her body never remained hidden, as she hoped someone would point out to her and answer the questions not even she could answer. It was even strange how some would point at her and marvel at her unusual green hair, and question the inscriptions on her body. But over time she had begun to forget about them, feeling as if not even the gods could answer her questions.

Continuing on her brave journeys, she tamed a beautiful red dragon, the red dragon and Aurora becoming quick friends as she retold her many stories to the charming dragon. He was a delight until they had to part ways, but she knew she would see him again. The world was grand and mysterious, and through it all she could very well see him again. Then she met a vindictive Unseelie fairy  queen in the kingdom of Feywild. This woman was awfully terrifying, but Aurora disliked the way the queen would treat her subjects. So, against her better judgement she confronted the bitter queen with bold accusations to her crown. Which was how she was thrown in the dungeon where she remained for a few months, but her time spent in the dark, empty dungeon didn't remain in vain. Aurora easily became adjusted to such a bleak environment, because where ever there was darkness there would always be a spark of light. And Aurora would be that spark of light, she refused to give into the madness that reeked in that murky room. Everything was meant to crush her resolve, to break, but in the end it only fueled her to be stronger. This girl after all wasn't normal, and it was something everyone would soon notice.

✼Likes✼
||Music||Dance||Festivities||Fruit||Knowledge||pots and vases||Interesting people||

✼Dislikes✼
||Umbrellas||Sewers||gloves||bitter queens||Slimy textures||Not being able to understand things||

✼Song✼ ((WIP))

✼Transformations✼ None currently

✼- Other

❝From her slumber beauty shall wake.❞

✼Wisteria Keithia✼

||Goddess of Nature||Mother Nature||The Great Sequoia||Slumbering Princess||

✼ Nickname: Sleeping Beauty wake from your slumber! Your needed!

✼ Race: Goddess

✼ Good, Bad, Neutral: Wisteria allies herself with all whom are good. Her decisions never questions, nor doubted, because when she decides something she sticks to it like honey on a peice of bread

✼ Age: She's a Goddess, what else must be said!

✼ Sexuality: She's as straight as a linear graph, though she briefly questions what sexuality actually means. For some reason none of the Godesses she seems to ask give her the answers she desires, they seem to belittle her on almost everything that involves circumstances concerning love.

✼ Relationship Status and Who: Wisteria is open and ready for the taking, but beware she can tune you out just as she can like you deeply.

✼ Powers/ abilities:

||Etherian Terraria||

An ominuous wind of soothing propriety, and ability that Wisteria cannot halt. Etherian Terraria, sounds like some sort of exotic name for a baby girl or boy. However the unique quality of this abilty is neither powerful but yet powerful at once. If that seems to make any knick of sense. So i shall explain in further detail. Do you ever wonder why one ages slowly as they grow older and eventually die? Why even immortals feel pain? Why everything can truthfully be killed when indeed the mindset believes that its inhabitant will remain living forever? Etherian Terraria gathers the life properties of all living and non-living creatures, plants, minerals, rocks, anything. Turning those properties into the omnious wind traveling throughly through the World. Creating the grassy green enveloping certain areas and beautiful plants of different shapes, scents, and colours. Although immortals remain altogether the same, that only means the more they spend on this World, living. The more this abilty affects them, taking more and more peices of their immortal lives to power the Earth. However, on evil beings, because indeed this ability aims to all and everything inculding the evil. The living good in Nature becomes hidden by the venomous danger lurking in its beautiful scents, its gorgeous plants. The beauty in Nature is becoming corrupted, although unseen by its misleading beauty. This ability is quite beautiful the more pure and good light it harnesses from the beings it takes, but more dangerous with the evil lurking in its mist.

✼ Alliance:

➢Appearance:

➢Personality:

Well unlike most of the Gods and Goddesses Wisteria is quite easily manipulated and above all else remarkably trusting. This is caused because when anyone male or female awakens her peacefully from her slumber whether intential or not she will be at their disposal until of course she discovers the truth. Just look at it like a jinn and his/her lamp being rubbed by a beings hand, except of course there's no magical lamp to stroke, and the Jinn is actually a nature Goddess. (Kiss her lips softly and gently, she is a romantic woman at heart, or simply a delicate nudge against her bare shoulder.) However if she discovers the evil hidden amongst a man or woman, she becomes colder than -one thousand degrees, strong enough to completely destroy a border wall, with her eartg abilities of course. Because of this she is incredibly intelligent though by the laziness centered in her core she usually doesnt let out any snarky remarks, or intellectual talk that usually bores the daylight out of the people and creatures she has grown fond of. Mostly because she has lips that dont stop ranting when asked a question that should have ended as quickly as it was asked.

✼ Good Parts- Although she is known as the sleeping Princess, she usually awakens when danger has entered the land, doing anything at her disposal to quickly dispose of the target
✼ Bad Parts- Extremely lazy and doesnt care to involve herself much in anything and prefers to sleep the years away. Is much recognized for never ceasing to stop talking even when repeatedly asked to concede.

➢History

A cool breeze against the summer heat embelishes the statue like women in her slumber. Wisteria has always slept through everything, unless of course her guidance and help were needed. In her sleep Wisteria is known to see and hear all that is happening to her children, so nothing really escapes her notice, unless she wills it out of existence. All that seem to come upon her, believe she is nothing more than a detailed statue, as she doesnt seem to move, and the creatures surrounding her sleep. But fellow onlookers gape at her sleeping beauty: unaware that the goddess they praise and worship is right beneath there noses.

➢Likes
||Romance||Reading||Getting her questions answered||Flowers||Animals||Dancing and singing||

➢Dislikes
||Hatred||Umbrellas||Unanswered questions|| Being belittled||Ridiculous people||Whoring men and woman||Waking up||

➢Song

➢Transformations

❝.....Than rest peacefully once more❞

FREYA ORIWIN

||Lady of death||hija de asesinato||
✼Race: Human

✼Good, Bad, Neutral: To say neutral would be a lie. Freya is scared of hurting people, but at the same time she is untrusting of people and does not wish to understand the concepts of both good and evil. However, she still does not want to be on the receding end of the neutral side. Her whole self wants to believe that she is good, but the powers given to her were evil, and she hates herself for it.

✼Age: 18

✼Sexuality: Straight

✼Relationship Status And Who: Open

POWERS/ABILITIES:
《《Death touch》》

Death touch is a pretty basic ability, but lethal to all whom are near. Since Freya is a nervous soul, her death touch surrounds her like a dramtic becan of death. Meaning everything that gets within a centimeter near her dies against her will. This ability has traumatized the poor girl so much that she remains hidden from the outside world. Trapping herself in a deserted cottage in the outskirts of the abyss, where she believes she will be safe from hurting anyone and everything. The death touch reacts differently with what she touches and what gets near. For example, if she touches a mortal, or if the mortal gets near her. There bodies would immediately turn a sickly grey, and the viens would turn a ghastly black, there eyes would bulge from their sockets, falling grimly to the floor and continuing to dissolve into thin air, there bodies would mutely go limp, there flesh sucking in until the contours of there bones could be seen. As for plant life, they simply wither and crumble apart.
And most saddening of all this curse gives the poor girl her energy.

✼ Alliance: None

♡APPEARANCE:♡

Freya is quite the delicate beauty, with a petite curvy body, and a healthy sheen of milky skin, with hints of light brown angel kisses on her flushed cheeks. Her big eyes are a beautiful shade of red that always seem to be moist with unshed tears, the red colour an unremarkable similarity to the color of blood, eloquently complemented with long thick lashes that fan over her cheeks like the flapping of angel wings. Her naturally pink lips look as if they have never smiled in so long, and with the unfortunate causes of her abilities, such a small thing as smiling would be understood. Another pretty highlight to her beauty, is the color of her hair. A gorgeous silvery gray that keenly shines in the sunlight, the fullness and length reaching just below her ankles. So, with no difficulty at all it is understandable why those few who have tried to approach her have mercilessly died.

➢PERSONALITY:

The majority of her life has been lead in solitude and despair, with no one to interact with, no one to love and help her. She is utterly alone and afraid. With a great deal of thought and passion Freya has tried to stop herself from thinking negatively- from becoming a murdering insufferable creature. She prays constantly that someone could remove her curse, knowing deep down that no one could take away this curse, but she still hopes and she will never stop hoping. No one can really understand her when they cant even get near her when they immediately start to rot away. However, if her curse wasnt intact she would have been happy, being able to run around the flieds, touching and smelling everything with a bright smile on her face. But since that was taken away from her all she can do is hide in her shell forever.

✼Good Parts: Her hope in believing that she will be normal again

✼Bad Parts: Her indifference in trying to do anything, when she knows she can't really do anything in fear that she murder even more creatures and people.

➢HISTORY

lets just say there is nothing to say, since her life has been nothing more but tragedy after tragedy. Especislly when her abilities cane to her at the delicate age of five.

➢LIKES

||plants|| large bodies of water||things she cant kill||pretty door frames||animals||books||dancing||laying down||looking out the window at a life she can only dream||

➢DISLIKES

||herself||

➢Song: Bulletproof Godsmack

➢Transformations: N/A

✼- Other-

♥ NAME ♥ Ambrosine Elessidil

♥ ALIASES ♥ Hero of Will ♡ Hero of Heavensfield ♡ Dreamer ♡ The Fallen Immortal ♡ Hero of The Realms ♡

♥ RACE ♥ Ghost

♥ ALIGNMENT ♥ Pure Good

♥ ALLIANCE ♥ None

♥ AGE ♥ Unknown, however, certainly ancient.

♥ GENDER ♥ Female

♥ SEXUALITY ♥ Heterosexual

♥ RELATIONSHIP STATUS ♥ Single

♥ POWERS & ABILITIES ♥
The End

❥❥❥Life is little more than a series of stories. Every action has a thousand pages worth of rich and beautiful history that lead to its enactment, yet infinitely more are to exist. Never before had such a story been told as life, for it is a story told but once. In the end, you can only hope to leave the story with memories, having done all you could do, learned all there was to learn. This founds The End, a power that reads stories, it learns all there is to learn and embraces the story. It absorbs the thousands of tales that led up to its present and reaches the end. Ambrosine's life was a story and to many, that's all it may ever be, but it is a story with an end. The End is a gift to but one person, she who has truly reached the end of her own story and exists merely to become a part of the stories of others. The End embraces, learns and understand the stories of that which it can perceive. Thusly Ambrosine can learn from the stories of others, be shaped by them. The End does not merely mimic the powers Ambrosine observes, but it teaches her how to use them. It tells her a story, a story that spans back as far as one could ever dream.

A Dreamer's Will

❥❥❥Dreams are ever fleeting, yet also that which we wish for most, things we wish we could live, but can barely hold onto for longer than mere moments. A dream cannot be achieved by simply hoping, it takes will, a force unlike any other. Will can be that which ends worlds, yet also that which created them. In the end, all is an act of will. Will is magic so powerful the weak and the meek can lift fallen trees, a child can grow to raise an empire and an old man can cause that very same empire to fall so long as they have enough will. Will is a magic every being possesses in some amount, it is boundless yet is limited by a person's own perception. "A Dreamer's Will" embodies the will of Ambrosine and all those like her who had dreams that not even will could ever make come true in a single lifetime. It allows her to will her way through situations otherwise impossible in pursuit of an ideal, in pursuit... Of a dream.

♥ APPEARANCE ♥

♥ PERSONALITY ♥

❥❥❥Ambrosine lived a life of fame and recognition, however never better has she been described than by a name given to her by a little boy from her childhood, "Dreamer". Ambrosine may be bold, she may be lonely, but above all, she dreams. She dreams of life and of peace and of freedom... She dreams of love. Dreams do and always will define Ambrosine for they are all she has left, fragments of a time long past, fleeting memories that seem impossible to touch despite being right within reach. In pursuit of her dreams, she has grown into a person of kindness and generosity, one who gave her own life for people she had never met. She grew bold and wise from a lifetime spent a hero in the eyes of others yet living a life no other could ever lay their eyes upon lest they well up with tears. A life that has left her alone even when surrounded by masses, sad despite the joy she brought others and lost disregarding the fact she was in her very own home. She has learned to simply smile for those she cares for and to laugh when with strangers a defence for the fragile little girl who still resides deep within the tomb of her heart. Such formalities fly out the door once sufficiently provoked and the lives of the innocent rest in the hands of the cruel. A swift executioner of fate, a stern and fierce warrior who will not cease until justice has been enacted and the evils of the world have been extinguished like candles in the wind. In the end, however, Ambrosine is nothing more than a shadow of what she once was, a ghost with only parts of herself, unfulfilled and missing

♥ HISTORY ♥

❥❥❥Tragedy. Loss. Fear. Loneliness. Despair. All fragments of a story whose pages have been torn out for they were not of the story being told. Ambrosine's life was the grand tale of a hero, the greatest of all time, not the tale of a girl who lived a life of isolation. Upon death Ambrosine's memory was fragmented, she could remember being a hero with the utmost clarity, but her personal memories evaded her. She had fragments of memories, but none complete. She can remember the feeling of dread and loss. The feeling of having been alone and the feeling of despair and of acceptance. Suddenly it all picks up. She remembers stepping into the sunshine, with a smile. She remembers meeting the little boy who called her Dreamer for dreaming of love. She remembers saving that same little boy from a monster, she remembers saving the town of Heavensfield that she called home and she remembers leaving upon a plea for help elsewhere. Ambrosine became the hero of the 49 Realms, by sheer force of will she seemed to make things happen no other person could ever hope to make happen. She conquered monsters and beasts, criminals and villains and even stopped armies, but she seemed no more exceptional than the average person at a glance.

❥❥❥She was a figure the Realms grew to adore and idolise yet she knew not why, for despite the good she did she could not manage to achieve even her own dreams of love and peace. Ambrosine seemed untouchable, no man or monster seemed capable of toppling the immortal Hero of Will, but behind the walls of her rather modest home, she cried. She would weep for the loss of her family, she wept for she knew that that little boy from the village now saw her only as a hero and himself as one of many she saved and not someone who she cared for and saved for a reason. He was her closest friend and all because she tried to help everyone she lost that bond. No one saw her as another person, but instead, as someone to be held aloft thus she would never know love as others did, she would never know what it would be like to wake up and simply be normal for she was the Hero of Heavensfield, the Hero of Will, the Immortal.

❥❥❥Ambrosine had lived very few moments for herself, but the scarce number she did, she listened to a music box, a relic to anyone now, but then it was a simple gift from her late mother, a tangible memory of history long left forgotten. She'd listen to it and fall asleep holding it close to her chest, her face wet with tears. What makes it all the more tragic is that now she can't even remember why for she simply has fragmented images of those times. They were not of her heroic life, they were too dreary for the Hero of The Realms and thus were left behind when she died.

❥❥❥Of course, it was only poetic that she who never thought of herself for longer than it took to fall asleep would die trying to save the lives of those she loved. A hero is to a villain what a villain is to a hero, a challenge. Ambrosine was the greatest challenge there was and to defeat her was sure to put your name in the history books, but when it happened it was underhanded and cruel. Ambrosine had been far from home and that was when a villain, a monster at heart, burned the town of Heavensfield to the ground. He claimed he was an emissary of destruction and death and he imprisoned the people of the once idyllic town. Ambrosine was far too late when she arrived, for the villain was ready. The little boy who she saved was in chains with a sword to his throat as the rest of the town was bound up nearby. He threatened to kill them all one by one unless she stepped forward and let herself die in their place. It was no question, she fell unto her own sword to please another and free the people she loved most. The people of Heavensfield tried to rebuild, but it seemed the town was cursed to burn with every attempt so they left to find new homes and when they left, the village was reduced to swamps and marsh by dark magic believed to have been the final goodbye of Ambrosine's killer. They say that Ambrosine's life paid the price for his immortality, it was her perceived immortality that granted him true eternal life. None knew where he went after killing the Hero of Will, but many believe he still lives, that with the centuries he has come to his senses and that it is he who still makes to trek to the Townsquare of Heavensfield where a monument still manages to stand despite the town's fallen form in honour of Ambrosine. They believe he is the one who every year leaves a single iris with gold ribbon, Ambrosine's favourite flower and colour. A way of begging the forgiveness of the Fallen Immortal.

❥❥❥Stories say that she dropped her music box on her final journey to Heavensfield. They say that it was filled with so many unfulfilled wishes, so many broken dreams and so much pity that whoever found it would be fortunate, for Ambrosine's will still existed within it and the new owner would be granted a single wish, a wish true only to them. They'd be given a pocket world just like the real world but changed so that their wish could be true, but stories are only stories so that couldn't be true could it?

❥❥❥Now, her name is one only children hear in stories as they are tucked into bed at night. What many do not know is that Ambrosine's ghost still walks the world's surface. She is scarcely seen and when she is it is not as she truly was. She appears in brilliant clothes, like a queen of battle, like a hero when in truth she was no more than a young girl when she died. Her presence is accompanied by faint music, the song played by the music box, a song she can't remember for no one else ever knew the melody it played.

♥ LIKES ♥ Irises ♡ The colour gold ♡ Helping ♡ Sweets ♡ Love ♡ Peace ♡

♥ DISLIKES ♥ Evil ♡ Sadness ♡ The inability to touch things ♡ Chaos ♡ Loneliness ♡

♥ ♡ THE MUSIC BOX SONG ♡ ♥

Name ~ Nira Yamada

Nicknames ~ Ni

Race ~ Fallen Angel

Alignment ~ Constantly Shifting

Sexuality ~ Pansexual

Relationship Status ~ Single & Open

Powers & Abilities ~
Nira possesses a unique ability that has been called Equinox by those around her. This power grants her control over conceptual balance and permits her to distort imbalances to level the playing field in battle. In all essentiality it will gauge the total power of all combatants and enable her to re-disperse power, abilities and whatever else Equinox deems a factor. An incredibly dangerous gift, it makes battle seemingly insurmountable, but it is often also her greatest downfall. Both honourable and fiercely dedicated to maintaining balance she has been known to use it to her disadvantage, equalizing herself with a lesser opponent forcing the battle to become solely dependent on skill and versatility.

Alliance ~ None

Appearance ~



Nira bears the appearance of a lively young woman. Her hair is a fair shade of pink, like a spring cherry blossom. On her round face, framed by dark lashes sit her deep violet eyes which despite their cool colour exude an unusual warmth. She is pale in complexion with skin like snow which makes obvious her youthful rosy cheeks. Considering the age of her appearance Nira is in fact quite short leading her to often look up to others in a literal sense. She is also shockingly light and lean considering her absurdly disproportionate diet. Nira's clothes are unique, made specifically for her, appearing as though she plucked them directly out of a fantasy novel. She wears a worn sunbleached burgundy cloak with a white inner lining. She keeps the hood down, for the most part, only ever putting it up if the weather demands it. Underneath she wears a neat white button-down blouse with a decorative collar with a sturdy brown vest over top of it. She pairs it all with a pair of tan trousers and glossy black, pointed-toe boots.

Personality ~
Externally, Nira is sweet as can be, like an ice cream sprinkled with kindness. Her blatantly extroverted persona means she can often be found chatting with strangers round whatever town she happens to be in. She dislikes to see others upset and has developed a peculiar habit of hugging passersby if they seem sad.

Despite her innate cheer, Nira at times experiences bouts of uncaring apathy, the reason isn't necessarily clear, but fortunately, this is an infrequent occurrence. Nira also happens to be a very passionate eater, her appetite is virtually impossible to satisfy fully and she can often be found stuffing her face full of food solely for the sake of it. One thing some people have learnt the hard way is that you should never, no matter what, come between Nira and her food lest you wish to face dire consequences.

Whilst Nira may often come off as childish or naive on an everyday basis, she can most certainly comport herself with the dignity she once did as the Archangel. She is still every bit the fearsome warrior she once was, albeit a bit rustier. She is sharp and perceptive with a good understanding of how other people work. She takes care of herself perfectly well on her own and though she has found herself overjoyed being around people once again, she did spend an eternity in solitude and is more than capable of being independent. It would be foolish to underestimate her based on her cheerful disposition, though it would be fair to say that she has dulled somewhat since her heyday when she stood at the pinnacle of authority and power.

Another important thing to know about the former Archangel is that she places great emphasis on the value of balance, to achieve complete and utter balance in the realms is her ultimate goal. Nira will go to great lengths to maintain a stable balance, a balance in which everything is equal to its opposing force. Good must be equal with evil, dark must be equal to light and creation must be on par with destruction. When it comes to creating balance her intensity is exponentially greater than it is with anything else hence the reason she fell from grace as she pursued it above all else including her God-given duties.

History ~
Nira was an angel as old as the species itself having been a creature who was one of, if not the oldest of her kind, surpassing even some of the gods and goddesses in regards to age. Nira was greatly respected by all beings in the realms especially her angelic peers and she was a favoured herald of the gods and as such she was named the Archangel, commander of the armies of Heaven, a title with no parallel for it bore with it the potent authority of the divine. Whoever could deny that Nira deserved such a title? She was the pinnacle of angelicism, a perfect image of what all angels should aspire to be. She was a creature of elegant purity, innocent and yet still dignified and powerful. She was the angel who bore the favour of all who inhabited the realms. She was the mighty conqueror of darkness and now she was the leader of the angels. Those who dwelled in the darkness would quiver upon hearing the name of Nira Yamada, the Archangel whose peerless power shook the Heavens. She would single-handedly combat and obliterate the legions of darkness that dared to oppose her without fear or hesitation.

Nira was beloved by the mortal people of the realms with whom she often spent time with attempting to appear as personable. This was always difficult for her, she was clearly beyond such meagre beings, but she preferred to be seen as an equal which of course made her seem all the more benevolent. She would partake in their contests as a guest of honour and of course would leave the arena the victor. Few could contest her and even those who could, would back down before the battle even began out of respect for her. The world seemed to fall at her feet one way or another and at her peak, there was not a single person who did not know of her for she truly heavenly in every sense of the way. Many would kill to be her and yet she remained humble and kind, for it was what was expected of her by the gods whom she served with blind faith.

Nira's life took a pivotal turn over the course of a single day. She had been ordered to kill a horde of demons and she set out to eliminate them all. One by one they all fell until only one remained. That single demon in its final moments spoke words that Nira would ever forget, yet she still watched as it burnt away in brilliantly blue divine flames. Nira returned to the Heavens, but she found herself lost in thought. She considered the perspective of her enemies and realised they were virtually the same. They fought without mercy to expand their influence just as she did. She realised that every demons or monster she purged from the world was someone's child or parent, that if anything she was the monster.

She realised that everything she was so convinced they were planning to do to everyone was exactly what she had done to them, by imprisoning them away from the rest of the world. She had always been convinced that these supposed enemies intended to cull and kill all she cared for and respected meanwhile, to prevent that from happening, she had done exactly that to them. Nira found herself in an emotional purgatory, lost because of the fact that things she thought to be irrefutable truths were now being proven to be false or deceptive. Nira knew that she could no longer proceed as she was and as such she began to plan what she would do to rectify the wrongs she had commit, to bring balance to the world.

For a time Nira had vanished without a trace from the known world, having slipped into the deepest depths of darkness. She who bore all the powers of light and goodness sought out the forces of unbridled darkness and corruption. She learned to use the darkest forms of magic and with the being who was once the purest light of heaven also became the darkest shadow of the abyss. Her body which once emanated the pale blue light of divinity was corrupted with traces of inky blackness, her wings became sleek and demonic with elegant horns. She motioned to lend her power and command to her former enemies and took up arms against her own kind.

At this point in time, Nira was still the illustrious Archangel who was beyond reproach, any and all angels had to submit to her will which meant that when she surged onto the battlefield her brethren were helpless before her might. She dealt considerable damage before having been stopped and her contribution was invaluable as it provided a decisive blow that snowballed into balance, but as a result, Nira was stripped of her title. She was expelled from grace and cast from the Heavens, though she had no regrets for she felt as though she had provided proper compensation for the countless lives she had ruined by offering her support in their grandest of endeavours.

Following the chaos, she retreated deep into mountains alone in a cave, far from civilization. She stayed there for an eternity and a half as she restored her power to what it once was and in this time her need to obtain balance developed into a blatant obsession.
With times changing Nira could sense the imbalances in the world as they fluctuated and as of late she has noticed greater changes than ever before spurring her back into action. Nira disguised herself and sealed much of her own power as not to be recognised, a ploy to avoid creating a ruckus about the return of the former Archangel. She appeared as a young woman with blossom pink hair and could frequently be found eating the nearest restaurant out of business.

Likes ~ Balance || Food || Fairness || Kindness || Hugs || Food || Games || Music || Dancing || A challenge ||

Dislikes ~ Imbalances || Cruelty || Staying in one place || A lack of food ||

Song ~ ((I may or may not get to this at some point in the future))

Transformations ~





This form is Nira's true form, how she appears naturally, her sweet-faced, pink-haired human form is merely a materialization used to disguise who she truly is, though she uses it far more frequently than she does her real self. Reverting to this form incredulously boosts her power compared to the mere physical strength her disguise utilises, as breaking her disguise also releases the seals she has placed on her power. It cuts a striking figure, simultaneously gorgeous and monstrous. Reflecting her alignment as a result of the corrupting magic she has made use of, this form boasts angelic beauty paired with imposing demonic features. Once purely the pale blue of divinity, her forearms and most of her legs up to her mid-thigh have been turned to an inky black that seems to devour light. Atop her head of lush pastel blue hair tipped with a soft pink which seems to constantly flow in a non-existent breeze are two black horns as hard as the most durable of all metals. Up her torso and chest now run markings the crimson colour of blood. She wears decorative armour that remains pale blue, but most striking of all are her eyes. The whites of her eyes possess the same divine blue glow the rest of her body does and her irises are ringed by the dark stony grey of mountain stone after a rainstorm. Just within that stony ring is another layer this one of a brilliant shade of glowing golden amber that provides intensity to her gaze and the centre of her iris there is red. Not just any red, it shifts in vividity reflecting her state of mind, the calmer she is the more faded it becomes, but as she exerts herself they would put any scarlet rose to shame. Right in the centre of her multicoloured irises lay her pupils, like the slits of a serpents eyes, piercing and commanding. This transformation can be a sign of salvation or destruction, one can only hope she intends to use it at their behest and not against them.

"Sweet as sugar, hard as ice.."
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
♤ Name: Neva White
✼-Nickname- Nea (Spanish for Snow or White)
✼-Race: ((Must ask to be god, god slayer, demon, shadow hunter, Ghost)) Human with Abilities
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral - Neutral
✼Age: 20
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- Being a princess on the run doesn't really give her much room or time for dating.
✼- Powers/ abilities-
I C E M A N I P U L A T I O N
~ Thalia can create, shape and manipulate ice, water frozen into a solid state and appears naturally in forms of snow, slush, hail, icicles, ice spikes and candles, glaciers, pack ice, frost, and polar ice caps, and cold by reducing the kinetic energy of atoms and thus making things colder, for various effects and combinations. She can also summon a snow storm when necessary which can drain her powers a little bit or conjur up a little flurry cloud. Depending on her mood, she can make it drizzle light snowflake wherever she walks or have a hard torrential downpour.
➢Appearance:
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https://66.media.tumblr.com/45cf3f0c5...
Thalia is a petite girl with a slender build. Her stomach is taut with faint outlines of her abs. She looks rather delicate at times due to a lack of food, one of the many downsides of being on the run, but her muscles are still consistent. She has soft curves, nothing too big but nothing too small and she has small limbs as well which proves to help her during fights, helping her move much much quicker.
♘- Height: 5'1; Thalia is rather petite but she doesn't mind being short for it helps her in fights to move much swifter and quicker.
✼- Weight: 129 lbs
✼-Outfit: Thalia prefers dresses. She likes them to be tighter from the waist up and lets them flow around her legs giving her much more moving space and room to be free to do as she pleases. She wears her silver-white hair up in pigtails or a ponytail to keep it off her face and accompanies her outfit with thigh-high white boots.
✼-Eye & Hair Color- Thalia has the prettiest blue eyes so light that they could challenge the color of ice. Her hair falls to below her butt and she often ties it up so it won't cover her face.
➢Personality:
Thalia is a very vivid girl and prefers to live in the moment. She loves to live her life to the fullest and is a very happy, cheery and vibrant person to be around. She's rather observant and notices things right away that would take others a while to see. Despite her innocent personality, every one has a dark side to them as well. She can be secretive and closed off about her past, something she doesn't like to talk about as well as stubborn and stupid at times, especially with touchy things like love. Because she's had her heart broken many times by many people, she isn't too keen on falling in love and getting attached though at times it feels nice. She can be rather wild and rebellious and unable to be contained. She's also able to hold quite a grudge and doesn't trust easily.
➢History
Thalia White was born to King Maximilian White and Queen Nieva Rose White. King Maximilian was a sweet and kind man who ruled over the Frostbite Kingdom with such a gentle manner that he was more of a God to his people than a ruler. He loved Queen Nieva and Thalia very very much. When Thalia was 8, her mother fell sick. Some said it was the Plague that got to her though it was never confirmed. Only a year after that did the Queen die. The King was heartbroken. At first he was cold and secluded, often spending many lonely nights locked up in his room, ignoring any and everyone. The castle became a cold and a lonely place and Thalia spent most of her time in solitude. Four months after her mother's death, the King had grown into a cruel and harsh man with no love left for the world. He often hit and abused Thalia, scarring her childhood for life. When she was only 15, he married her off to a much older lustful king who was known for his cruel and torturous punishments he often gave his wives. He only collected the most beautiful girls for his harem. Upon her first night with him, she was beaten, starved and raped. On her 18th birthday, she launched an elaborate escape plan and ran off. His men have been after her ever since.
➢Song
you should see me in a crown - billie eilish
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coLer...
➢Transformations -
Can transform into any winter animal of her choice.

I have one note for your character, Princess is a rank and not a race. Everything else is wonderfully done, but could you give her a proper race? She could be a human who has powers or she could be an elf with or a nymph, etc. It just has to be a race and not a title. Once you've done that I'll approve it!

🔥NITIRI🔥
~Goddess of destruction~

Nickname: Niti or Nutty

✼ Race: Goddess

✼ Good, Bad, Neutral: Chaotic Evil

✼ Age: Younger than her favorite God of Destruction

✼ Sexuality: Straight

✼ Relationship Status And Who: No one

✼ Powers/ abilities:
Concept Destruction: She's able to destroy the concept of anything. For example, if she wanted too she could destroy the concept of space. This power does not work against any of the Gods of Creation, which is why she cannot break Hyo's seal

Corruption Manipulation: Nitiri has the ability to control the corruption to take on a variety of effects on herself or others. This means she can take control of any darkness in the hearts of others to make them into her servants. She can even become stronger with the darkness and the corruption of others by just being around them. She could even force the corruption to fight for her, use energy blasts, or making new corruption techniques.

✼ Alliance: Hyo: The God of Destruction

🔥APPEARANCE🔥

When looked at one could be fooled about her true nature as a Goddess of Destruction. Easily mistaking her as a fire Nympth. Although, she is an obvious beauty her features are more fierce and childlike, luring creatures of evil to her side with complete ease, thus becoming her loyal servants. Her eyes are a mysteriously enchanting golden amber. Another abnormalily to her appearance is the fact that her hair is a thick buring fire that can neither be extinguished or controlled. The hair reaches towards the floor, leaving a wake of her fire behind as she walks. Usually donning a tight zip up utiltity vest engulfing her upper stomach but revealing the area just above her belly button, however the leather frabic of her bra is entirely in clear view for anyone that has spotted her. Heeled boots created by obsidion rock carved in a perfect angular shape around the heel and up, paired with a brisk revealing leather shorts that show off her long red legs, even baring her thighs.

🔥PERSONALITY🔥

Nitiri values causing havoc on people, it's like a child playing around with a new toy. She finds absolute pleasure in destroying things and corrupting everything the other God's have worked so hard to accomplish. Her most valued sins are wrath and gluttony. She creates violence in her wake because of her ability to control the darkness within them. Truthfully she could create an army if she wanted to, but her gluttony afflicts her servants to be completely useless as they wither away and die. One could say she becomes easily bored of her servants and thus forces them to do nothing and rot. In the end, one could argue that she's completely insane and immature with her followers and herself especially.

History: Theres much to tell and little to say. So this history will be roleplayed. (Kind of rhymed:)))

Likes: ||Hyo||Death||Fire||Violence||Tortured screams||Toying with the other God's and Goddesses||Punishment||

➢Dislikes: ||Light||Every God but Hyo||Good things||

➢Songs:
* Getting Away With Murder: Papa Roah

*Coming Undone: Korn

* Ratfinks, Suicide tanks, and cannibal girls: White Zombie

➢Transformation/Human Form

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"Ill create a world..where she exists."
♤ Name: Obito
✼-Nickname- The Masked Man, the Black Wizard
✼-Race: Human/demi god
✼- Choatic Evil
✼Age: 13
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- Single
✼- Powers/ abilities- Fire magic, Nature/Wood magic, illusion magic, along with a magical eye that give him the ability to teleport himself and only teleport people if he touches them and he is able to phase through anything but must un phase to attack. Slight regeneration.
His wood style: https://media1.tenor.com/images/bb8f1...
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His fire style: https://thumbs.gfycat.com/UnfinishedS...
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Phasing ability: https://steamuserimages-a.akamaihd.ne...
https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/p...
https://comicvine1.cbsistatic.com/upl...
Teleportation: https://thumbs.gfycat.com/ScentedAcid...
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/28/ba/...
https://em.wattpad.com/aff3038205b964...
✼- Alliance- Unknown
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Appearance: https://steamuserimages-a.akamaihd.ne...
https://i.ytimg.com/vi/HElZ-u8x8T4/ma...
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DJgx1qDVo...
https://cdn.windows7themes.net/wallpa...
♘- Height: 5'8
✼- Weight: 122
✼-Outfit- White Zetsu wrapped around him with a robe.
✼-Eye & Hair Color- Black hair and black eyes
♡(Gif or Pic) https://66.media.tumblr.com/80f46ca28...
➢Personality: Obito had a big heart and he cared about other people. However his personality changed after loosing Rin and watching her die. After Rin's death, Obito's determination and idealism were shattered. He became more calm and focused, no longer caring about his village, his friends, or even his name, all of them being worthless parts of a miserable world that had forced Rin to die at the hands of a person who never knew love.
✼-Good Parts- His caring heart.
✼-Bad Parts- His emotionless heart
➢History Obito past is not a good one, and he doesnt prefer to talk about it unless people should know about his suffering. Have you heard about the Midnight Massacre? Not surprised you havent, well for Obito it was a night he would never forget. It happened so quick, a peaceful village yet a strong clan were sleeping soundly and then they struck burning down houses, slaughtering people left and right even women and children were not safe. Obito stood in the middle of a dead town not knowing what to do with so many emotions boiling inside till he ran to the the center of the the village to see his family dead. His rage and sadness could not be contained as he went to go after the group of people who slaughter his village he found of by the dying breath of his neighbor that they took Obito's love hostage. He raced after them finally catching up to them, he witnessed them struggle against his lover and he ran to her but was too late one of the men had pierced right through her chest. Causing Obito to come to a halt watching her fall to the ground with her dying breath she said "Obi..to i.. lov..e yo..u". Obito stared in horror as his rage consumed him causing him to blindly activate his powers and he slaughtered everyone man without hesitation and in his rage his wood abilities activated stabbing every man creating what is know as the Tree of Bodies or The Blood Moon Tree. Obito stood under the tree in the pool of blood holding the body of his lover crying "I see now....im...in Hell." as the event would be known as the Blood Moon Massacre where the tree still stands stained with blood and bodies.
➢Likes- Nothing
➢Dislikes- The World, Reality
➢Song- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iZS9...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nE0op...
➢Transformations
Berzerk: https://data.whicdn.com/images/974657...
https://pa1.narvii.com/5833/4efb7eb7b...
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/08/d5/...
https://comicvine1.cbsistatic.com/upl...
His Sharingan or magic eye people call it: https://media.giphy.com/media/RDnBOLf...
His other eye he keeps closed: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/n...

Quotes: "I get it now. I'm in hell."
"I shall sever the fabric of this world. That's why I came back."
"I could say I did it on a whim, or that I planned it, or that it's war...or that it's for peace"
"There is no such thing as hope! The concept of hope is nothing more than giving up, a word that holds no true meaning."
"There is no hope, no light, only despair."
“Nobody. I don’t want to be anybody.”
“ it’s not worth living in this world we’re only despair exists. You ought to understand my despair, at least a little.”
"What will I gain from criticizing this absurd reality??.... I have no interest in the affairs of the world soon to end."
"Look! There is nothing in my heart! I don't even feel pain!! This hole was opened by this hell of a world."
The moment people come to know love, they run the risk of carrying hate."
"You…no everyone will eventually just end up like me.."
✼- Other-
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https://media3.giphy.com/media/AGaEzU...
https://comicvine1.cbsistatic.com/upl...

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♤ Name: Unknown
✼-Nickname- Dabi
✼-Race: Human
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Choatic Neutral
✼Age: 18
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- Open
✼- Powers/ abilities- Demon Blaze/ Cremation, Clones
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https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a9/7f/...
https://78.media.tumblr.com/e8d4646e0...
✼- Alliance- None yet
♡ http://fyeahbnha.tumblr.com/post/1661...
➢Appearance: Dabi is a fairly tall, pale young man of a slim, somewhat-lanky build, described to be in his late teens. He has longish, black hair that spikes up around his head, hanging low over his eyes, which are thin, turquoise in color, and heavily lidded. His most striking features, however, are undoubtedly the patches of gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin that cover much of his lower face and neck, all the way down past his collarbone, below his eyes and on his arms and legs. These appear to be attached to the rest of his skin by multiple, crude surgical staples or hoop piercings to hide his identity.
♘- Height: 6'4
✼- Weight: 140 Ibs
✼-Outfit- Trench coat with boots
https://www.aliexpress.com/item/My-He...
✼-Eye & Hair Color- Black spiky hair with blue eyes
♡http://fyeahbnha.tumblr.com/post/1638...
➢Personality: Dabi is a stoic, aloof, confident and focused individual who rarely shows emotion. While rather crude and violent, he is actually cautious. Despite his usual expressionless behavior, Dabi finds joy in establishing himself as a villain fighting against what he believes to be false heroes, an ideology proposed by his apparent inspiration. Sadistically enjoying the pain he inflicts on others, including those he murders. Very pragmatic in battle, he is rather savvy about how heroes operate and will exploit their natural tendency to rescue others. He's not afraid of causing collateral destruction, rarely holding back, even if it puts his allies at risk. Dabi is intolerant of most people and can be very derisive. However, Dabi appears to at least be capable of feeling remorse, Dabi has sympathy for those that have lost family due to villains.
✼-Good Parts- His calm, yet rude and nice personality
✼-Bad Parts- he is somewhat of a Pyro
➢History Unknown
➢Likes- Fire, his friend Twice
➢Dislikes- Fake heroes and this messed up society
➢Song- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVOqx...
➢Transformations: He can engulf his body in blue flames.
Quotes: "I currently go by Dabi." "My real name?" "ill tell you when you need to know it."
✼- Other-
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https://66.media.tumblr.com/7e16b9d1a...

What's there to life if i dont exist?

Name: Trinity Evanescent
✼-Nickname- Trini
✼-Race: Human
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Neutral
✼Age: 18
✼Sexuality: straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- No one yet
✼- Powers/ abilities-
Perhaps not an ability, but a curse to herself and those who have grown close to her. Although she is there, she is not, shes not dead nor is she alive. She is utterly and terribly alone in the world. Those who have grown close to her, or have fallen in love with her, or she with them completely forget about her existence if they are not near her. Though it clearly has it's uses in most cases, she'd rather be rid of it.

✼- Alliance- Herself


➢Appearance: Trinity harbors an unforgettably exquisite beauty, which only adds to the irony that the beauty cannot be remembered. Her hair is a lush silken blanket of deep lavender, as well as having the soothing aroma of the plant. The length itself is not considered long according to her standards, as it only teasingly strokes the curves of her breasts. Trinity tends to only wear a purple oversized sweater, letting the material drape and expose the smooth perfection of a pale tan complexion. With this outfit, a red corset hugs her figure and thus pushing her impressive chest out more than it should. Being a teen of an average height, she enjoys baring her long legs, the lace up knee high boots leaving lots of scandalous thigh to be admired. Another unique feature is her eyes, though they appear hollow, they are a beautifully vibrant magenta, almost glowing as she walks

➢Personality: Trinity lives on false identities, believeing the pain of giving her true name would be atheistically more soothing to her already damaged image of herself. Clearly, she would rather be forgotten the next day, then being remembered for her lush purple hair or exquisite beauty. She cannot stand begging, it completely urks her to the point that if they are not ready for death, or are truly ready for eternal slumber. She will end their suffering regardless of who they were. Would this describe her as a cold and heartless human? Perhaps to many, Trinity shows little to no reaction when she does this. Her eyes are completely lifeless, besides they would simple forget the action when she left. This also doesnt mean that she can't display kindness, as she very well could, but again what would be the point.

➢History: Everything was completely normal and peaceful for Trinity, until she was thirteen. She had a family that spoiled her with lots of love, friends whom adored her, and of course plenty of envious enemies to boot. Yet, one day after a long day at school, she had arrived to locked doors. Her family had usually kept the doors locked for her arrival, so it was odd that they remained shut when she knocked. She'd wait for hours upon there arrival, and when they finally materialized they had stared at the child with complete confusion. Not knowing that the curse upon her person had already affected her parents, she had run to embrace them. But the heartbroken question of whoms child she was startled her. Thinking it was a cruel prank on there part she had laughed the question away, repeating to them that she was there daughter. However, the husband and wife had only pitied the child with small smiles, claiming that they had never had a child.

They had left her there to cry.

Trinity had it much worse after that, as her friends and teachers began forgetting her existence altogether as well. No one seemed to remember the purple haired teen. After that, she had nowhere to go, no one to take care of her, indefinitely she only had herself. It seemed even death didn't want her. When she stank of sewage and she had tried to harm herself, nothing. When she had to rummage through other people's trash to remain alive, nothing. She had literally become nothing to anyone.

She was weak. Even more so when hunger over took reason, as she smelled delicious food from a suspicious building. Bandits lived there, but she believed that is she snatched the food quickly she would be safe. That was not the case however, when they had walked in on her trying to steal there food. Her figure was all skin and bones, but her breasts were already growing despite her difficulty to eat a decent meal. The fact that her chest was large, was all they cared about, and despite her trashy scent. They had ambushed her from all sides, the hunger washing in there eyes was enough to make her shrink into a ball. She had no where to run, to escape. It was hard to fight as they had over took her with there lustful hunger, prying both her arms from her chest. Next came her legs.

Those men after disgracing her virginity had thanked her for a good time. One man laughed as he threw the cold food she had wanted prior to the incident toward the ground. They had locked her in there. But as they left, she couldn't touch the food, not then. Trinity tried with all her courage to stop from crying, though nothing could deter the awful shaking. She tried to kill herself that night, by stabbing a fork repeatedly into her wrist. Hoping that the metal ends would stab through a vein, but again it was a failed opportunity. Death truly despised her. After hours of slumping against the corner of the room, men's laughter errupted through the abandoned building. The bandits had returned. In this case, like everyone else they had completely forgotten what she was doing there. With a naked girl in front of them, not knowing what they had already done to her the previous day, they tarnished her purity once more. This time Trinity didn't fight them, instead she laid there her eyes completely hollow as the actions persisited
not knowing anything. She had snapped from the offense, but remained still while the men took turns tarnishing her body.

The next morning, she had used there own weapons against them, somehow finding the strength to take on six armed men. She savagely killed them, there blood burning against her naked flesh. All she could do was look back at the scene, her pink eyes narrowed with fury, then she slammed the door and never looked back. From then on, she became a cold vessel with little feelings. The blood a symbolism for her own impurity to life itself.

With her life laying bare before a table for bears to feast upon, Trinity hid in alleyways, her form still bare and covered in mud and blood. One day, a sick man stumbled upon her figure. He offered her a warm smile of comfort, next offering his purple sweater and wrapped it around her bare form. The sweater fit to her like a blanket, bringing with it a sliver of hope as she took the extended hand he kindly asked for her to take. She was so weak, that she couldn't stand and she fell into his arms. Instead of being repulsed by her, he held her close and lifted the defeated girl into his arms. If she could have fought back, she would of, but the comforted heat he provided erased all her worries and tormenting thoughts.

His name was Alexair Rosena, and though he had a weak heart, he had loved her. He treated her injuries that she had inflicted on herself with tender care. Asking her if she was alright everytime she had winced or flinched. Since then he continued to stay by her side, watching her beautiful smile grow day by day as he tried very hard to make her laugh. Her fear of him forgetting her never strayed far from her mind. Most times, despite having her own bedroom, she liked to sleep alongside him each night. Knowing that he still remembered her each morning lightened the load of her fears. However, like every sweet thing, there love came to a tragic end. He was dying, and he had begged her to kill him on his deathbed. Trinity could only stare at him, but she nodded at his final request. Leaning down to rest her lips against his for the finally time, she plunged the dagger into his heart. His smile was all she saw when she leaned back, his eyes were closed as he rested in eternal slumber.

Trinity left the village after that, her eyes still remained hollow as she zipped the oversized purple sweater against her breasts. She then lifted the hood over her head and ventured as far as she could from her village.

➢Likes: ||Anything purple|| Doesnt care about much else||

➢Dislikes: ||Being forgotten||Beggers||Pretty much all there is to that||

➢Song
•Missing: Evanescence

•Hello: Evanescence

♤ Name: Natalia Udinov
✼-Nickname- Nat
✼-Race: Human
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Good
✼Age: 16
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who: Open
✼- Powers/ abilities-
Enhanced Strength: Although a fairly common ability, she cant help but be grateful for having it. As it saved her more times then she could count.
✼- Alliance-

➢Appearance: Natalia is an enviously striking beauty of a pale complexion, which explains why she's always being abducted. She doesnt tend to cause much attention to herself as she wears collared blouses or tops, which almost never show a peek of her remarkably large chest. Or for that matter her neck. Her blond hair is almost always in a thick volumious braid, she doesnt let it free because of its long and beautiful length. Unless of course she is bathing in a nearby lake, which she can only hope that no one is watching. Kind dark blue eyes or sometimes purple stare behind fairly thick lashes. Her cheeks are a natural flush, but they only grow darker when she is embarrassed or nervous. Which is sometimes not a good thing as she may tend to use much more strength then she should for a comman pat or playful smack. Perhaps the main cause of her frequent kidnapping is her almost insignificant height. Some consider her a child since she cant always look over counters, which for her benefit traveling merchants carry a stool for her to stand. It may seem sad, but she doesnt mind, although it causes her to not be able to interact with interesting people.

➢Personality: Natalia loves to smile and befriend everyone she meets, regardless of who they are. This sometimes causes her to get into a damsel in distress situation. Which leaves her captor overally well, except for the obvious bruises toward there faces. She can be a little cruel and thus wacking people with her fists, or worse her purse. This side of her only shows because she cant stand being catcalled or groped by some stranger. So, then the assault begins. Otherwise, despite her violent tendencies she is always fascinated to meet interesting people. Even asking random and rather stupid questions, as her excitement doesnt really help her mind think of appropriate questions.

➢History: Her life has been a series of unfortunate kidnappings and simplicities. Natalia was just a normal child with an adavantage over strength. Being petite did have its benefits as she was always underestimated by boys bigger and tougher then her. When she had challenged them to an arm wrestling match. They laughed at her face, of course, not knowing about her incredible strength and accepting wity huge grins or spouting random nonsense as she preped her arm for a quick round. It was funny when she had bested them, her, a tiny child with no muscle beating a man at his own game. Natalia only laughed in satisfaction and skipped away happily, only later to be Natalia napped, as the same man threw her over his shoulders and started to run off with her. If the scene wasnt any more comical, one would die laughing as she kept punching the guy in the face while sputtering complete gibberish. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she was dropped on her butt, the guy passed out beside her.

Her parents had congratulated her for her victory, to Natalia it surely meant, punch someone if they so much as picked her up, and, of course, was a complete stranger. And so came her continuous adventures of being kidnapped. Truth be told that's all she was about, living a pretty normal life with her family. Though, there was one time she had almost been successfully kidnapped as she found the person quite interesting. Thus harrassing him with question after question, until he was just done and returned her home. She still wonders whats so great about kidnapping her, her family had little money to offer them for her safe return. Regardless, it made it a lot easier to pick out the creeps in her village.

➢Likes ||Interesting people|| Candy|| Rainbows|| Chairs|| Asking questions|| Being Happy||

➢Dislikes ||Perverts|| Toads|| Loud noises||

➢Song
•More: Usher (wanted a fun song for her)

➢Transformations
✼- Other-

Name: Jezebel Giselle Abaddon

Age: 400 years old; Looks like she’s in her mid-20s

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Species: Demon

Personality:

She is normally cold and guarded, meaning she normally doesn't show much emotion or care upon first meeting her. She can also be charming and sweet, and she seems to be able to be a combination of both if needed. Jez has tough skin, and it's not easy to rattle her. Jez is a really shy person when you meet her at first but once you break through her innocent outer shell she can be rather sweet and bubbly. She can be tentative at times but also very fierce when she has to be. Jez can be a little cold as well and tends to guard herself well. She sometimes talks to herself when she's alone. If she is around people she will take to her together silently (in her mind). Jez does take a lot of risks for the safety of others.


Body type:

Jez has a somewhat hourglass shape. Her waist cinches at just the right spot and she has curves in just the right places but not enough to be voluptuous. She is rather tiny standing at just 5’0 and has a slender stomach. Her body is rather elegant and it allows her to sneak and hide wherever she chooses.

Strengths:(Include strengths of the species too.)

She can charm people into doing what she wants them to and talk her way out of most situations She is also very quick and sneaky. It’s very hard to catch her and spot her.

Powers:(Powers/Abilities that character has)

Jez has the ability to summon any beast of her choice and often looks to this ability in fights considering she is rather small. She is a rather talented young lady, proficient with both her blades and her magic, specifically fire magic and the ability to distort someone's kinesthetic senses, throwing them off balance or outright tripping them as they lose their grip on where they are in space. She has the ability to manipulate her long hair at will. She is capable of employing her hair in a variety of ways: her main form of offense consists of grabbing enemies with it and then slamming them around. Her hair can also burn her enemies.



Appearance:

Jezebel is fairly short and looks rather sweet and innocent. She tends to stick to dark purples, mauves, and light pink as well and usually only wears skirts and dresses because she doesn’t really get cold. She has pinkish-purple eyes that turn white whenever she uses her powers and long brown hair that flows around almost like it’s alive. It’s very soft and wispy and she often adorns it with pretty pink hair ribbons. Normally Jez wears tight turtlenecks with large sweaters or cardigans or cloaks on top and often she will have her pet raven, James, on her shoulder.

Gear:

Her raven James can turn into a Scythe upon command that can cut through anything.

Skills

Jez is very quick and light on her feet. She isn’t super strong or anything but she is very skilled in her summoning abilities and capturing beasts.

Alignment: Neutral

Likes:
Small spaces
Hugs
Fire
Small kids
The thought of love

Dislikes:
Large rooms
Water
Bubbly people
Heartbreak
Beer

Theme song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVU7L...
Kings And Queens And Vagabonds - Ellem

History:
Jez was born to a demon father and a human mother. Because only one of her parents was a demon, Jez was only born half as well. She was taught by her mother to control her demonic tendencies or she could risk turning full. Jez adored her mother and was the only person that she could feel pure affection to. Her mother was the only person who kept her half. When Jez was 16, her mother fell ill after ingesting poison and died. Jezebel was crushed and each day, she found it harder and harder to control her demon side. On her 18th birthday, she learned that her father had poisoned her mother, for he had been given orders from the Demon King. Consumed by rage, Jez let her powers wild and turned full demon, destroying her neighborhood and slaying her father. Jez was filled with regret and pain and continues to regret her destruction and murder of her home and father to this day.

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♤ Name: Ulquiorra Cifer
✼-Nickname- Cifer
✼-Race: Arrancar/Demon
✼-Bad
✼Age: 17 (Over 450+ years old)
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- Single
✼- Powers/ abilities- Echanced Everything, regeneration, teleportation, Dimension Rift where he can travel between realms, dimension with ease by taping his finger on air to ooen a rift. Also has the ability to control minds, share memories, etc.
✼- Alliance- Hyo's Espada
♡(Gif or Pic) https://media0.giphy.com/media/vqus7H...
➢Appearance: Ulquiorra is a slender, yet fairly muscular, male Arrancar of average height with a melancholic appearance. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his bangs falls between his eyes, and he has distinctively thick eyebrows. He has teal lines which descend from the lower part of his eyes. His facial expression rarely changes, though he is almost always frowning. He wears typical espada clothes: a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama. However, his jacket has longer coattails than others, and the collar is higher.
https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/v...
♘- Height: 5'10
✼- Weight: 122
✼-Outfit- He wears typical espada clothes: a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama. However, his jacket has longer coattails than others, and the collar is higher.
✼-Eye & Hair Color- Green eyes and black hair
♡(Gif or Pic) https://giphy.com/gifs/ulquiorra-B82G...
➢Personality: Ulquiorra is an extremely cold and callous individual with a very brooding and indifferent attitude, willing to kill both enemies and comrades that get in his way. He refers to anyone he finds uninteresting as trash, fully expendable but is not extremely violent unlike other Espada. Ulquiorra does not believe in human emotions, which he calls the "heart" and reasons if he can't see it, it doesn't exist. His unfriendly attitude lets him stay completely calm and he is never easily surprised or caught off guard. Ulquiorra doesn't comprehend a human's trait of fighting even against all odds. He is also shown to have an extremely knowledgeable and cunning personality, demonstrating the ability to easily figure out how a person's powers work. Ulquiorra doesn't like getting his hands dirty, he's capable of doing inhumane things without any remorse. Ulquiorra also very rarely changes his facial expression, keeping a very melancholic expression most of the time.
✼-Good Parts- His patience. Intelligence, curiosity
✼-Bad Parts- He is evil, no remorse or feelings
➢History He was one of the demons made from Hyo's book, doesnt know too much about his past except he was the 4th creation but the 3rd strongest followed by his brothers.
➢Likes- his brothers and Hyo
➢Dislikes- Humans and mostly everything weak.
➢Song- https://youtu.be/WzxQeDWZMl0
➢Transformations
Released form: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/v...

Full Demon form: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/55/03/...

Quotes: "Those who know despair, once knew hope. Those who know loss, once knew love."
"If there is such a thing like happiness in this world, it should resemble the endless nothingness. Nihility is having nothing and having nothing to lose. If that isn't happiness... then what is?"
"What is a heart? If I rip open your chest, will I find it there? If I crack open your skull, will I find it there?"
"If it is because of what you call a heart, then it is the heart that causes you humans pain. It is because of your heart that you will die."

✼- Other-
https://thumbs.gfycat.com/ShockingImm...
https://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/...
https://cdn.staticneo.com/w/bleach/th...

♤ Name: Thalassa "Thaily" Acquafredda
✼-Nickname- Thaily

✼-Race: Siren; Demigoddess

✼-Good-Neutral

✼Age: 600 years of age; Looks like she's 26

✼Sexuality: Straight

✼-Relationship Status And Who: Single right now though she has a bit of a crush on Sebastian Moloch

✼- Powers/ abilities:
Thaily can manipulate water-related weather such as blizzards and rainstorms. She can also control water in all three of its forms. She has a beautiful voice, so beautiful it can kill. She has a voice that is irresistable to men. She can also vocally command males to do anything against their will. She is also able to make men fall under her "spell" by making skin-to-skin contact with them.

➢Appearance:


Thaily has long bluish hair that fades into purple at the ends. She prefers to wear her hair down as it falls to her upper thighs and it's far too tedious to tie up or do anything fancy with it. She has beautiful white-blue eyes that sparkle like the waters and she is a stunning beauty with a small, slender body and slight curves. Thaily likes to wear white often and will wear flowy dresses or the dress shirts of men she lures in to kill with her voice.

➢Personality: Thaily is rather shy at times, despite her seductive fellow Siren sisters. She is also very brave and fierce when she has to be and does her best to protect the waters and the Ocean. Because she lives in isolation with some of her other Sirens, she is not used to interacting with many people. However, if you manage to break through her shell and get on her good side, she is a very warm and bubbly person. She is very sweet and loves and cares very hard.

➢History ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you))
Thaily is the daughter of Poseidon and a Siren named Miromara. Her father was lured onto the island where Miromara resided by her striking beauty and when she tried to kill him after they had sex, placed a curse on their unborn child, giving her the curse of immortality unless someone drove a iron spear through her heart. Miromara raised her daughter to be the epitome of grace and taught her how to use her abilities well to protect herself. Her mother passed away when she was 25, and she had been guarding their island every since.

➢Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSouO...
Siren by Krazy Kat ft Elkka

♤ Name: Ior Cassimono

✼-Nickname- Cassy

✼-Race: Hyper-Human

✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Chaotic Neutral

✼Age: 25

✼Sexuality: Straight

✼-Relationship Status And Who- Married Recently. Klaire Soto-Cassimono

✼- Powers/ abilities-
White Lightning: Knows as the hottest known lightning. He make it over 50,000 degrees in temperature, which is hotter than the surface of the sun. He can shoot bolts of lightning, use it for increasing his speed, conduct electricity.
Super Human abilities: Strength, Speed, Reflexes, Hearing..etc.
✼- Alliance- A.M.N. (Any Means Necessary)
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Appearance:
♘- Height: 6'4
✼- Weight: 228
✼-Outfit-https://www.outfittrends.com/wp-conte...
His style mostly consists a mixture of grunge and biker clothes.
✼-Eye & Hair Color- Jet black Hair and Deep Black eyes
♡(Gif or Pic)
➢Personality: Ior is a care free delinquent. A trouble maker of sorts but, that's his normal behavior. He not the type of guy who takes things seriously... For the most part. He also isn't an a**hole to people either, he's very chill and happy go lucky..when commiting certain crimes. It's sometimes disturbing. A man smiling before he kills you or screws you over to get what he wants. And yes, he can be a bit of a Sociopath and a narcissist at times, I mean, when you have power like he does your ego can shoot up quickly and feel you start to do whatever he wants but, he'd not always like that. When he gets serious, he means business especially when it involves members of the gang that he's in. He's not afraid to kill and won't miss an opportunity to do so. He's not afraid to go off on other people within his circle if they mess up during a mission and it's not him just bashing his crew to make them feel like crap.. No it's to make them realize that they are messing up and they need to fix it.
✼-Good Parts- Lack of Fear, His care free attitude, and leadership.
✼-Bad Parts- Does questionable things, Sometimes too quick to kill. His Sociopathic and Narcissistic habits.
➢History: Years ago an experiment was conducted on Criminals. The experiment was called Operation H.H. or Hyper Human. It needed 100 test subjects and Ior's father was one of them. They injected a strange liquid (that can give people random powers) in him, thus giving him lightning powers. Still even though he got his powers that doesn't mean the experiment was a success. Only half of the subjects survived because their body couldn't deal with the stress of their powers emerging within them. As for the test subjects who still alive, still had to go back to prison, only that time they were closely monitored but, that didn't stop them from escaping anyways. Ior went out to meet up with gang that he was in, and also his girlfriend, Ior's mother and soon, Ior's himself was born in the world of gang life.
➢Likes- Food, Sport, Crime, fighting, His Wife
➢Dislikes- the law, law enforcement, other gangs that's not allied with him.
➢Song- None
➢Transformations N/A
✼- Other- N/A

Name: Xochitl Chlorpheniramine

✼-Nickname: Chili

✼-Race: Human

✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Good

✼Age: 15

✼Sexuality: straight

✼-Relationship Status And Who: No one at the moment

✼- Powers/ abilities:
Hybrid Embodiment: Xochitl was solely based on the concepts of both the lunar and solar embodiments. Thus, causing her to have abilities that parallel with both the moon and sun. Light and darkness. However, because of certain abnormalities the power of the sun took her sight, and the power of the moon took her voice. Which is why she refuses to adopt other concepts.

To most Xochitl suits the more childish beauty category, considering she is still renowned as a child. However, where she grew up most would consider her one simple word with no superiority in its name to its more royal like cousins. Cute. Yes, cute. To these humans, cute would be considered looking okay in the beauty pyramid. Yet, her hair is the most fleeting and gorgeous mesh of blue and pink. Of course, like the sun conflicts with the moon, blue and pink conflict with the gender of an unborn child. Though they dont neccessarily criticize the beautiful array of colors in her waist length hair. They do tend to compare her to her ability, everything is a concept of things that twine together for her. Regardless of her otherwise stunning hair color. Xochitl most distinctive feature regards her eyes, because she is blind there doesnt appear to be a pupil there. In fact, most believe that the pupil turned to the same befitting dark, yet light blue of her wide eyes. Of course, it did. When stepping into, i mean, violating her personal bubble, one would be able to see the outline where the pupil should be. Height wise, Xochitl tends to be a child too petite for her age, but would be considered, if wearing heels, able to hop into carnival rides with ease. Considered flat chested in boys eyes, she at least has a little blob there that insinuates that she is indeed a female. Which is fine, considering she wouldnt know how to handle being bustier in that department. Xochitl tends to wear oversized sweaters as dresses, maybe even stealing a couple from her obnoxious yet resembly kind brothers in advance. With this outfit she wears sandals or in most cases walks around barefoot, because why would she wear anything safe? When she stubs her toes almost every five minutes, issues indeed.

➢Personality: Xochitl as you can imagine can be quite lubricant when it comes to her personification. The majority of it being because she cannot see, nor can she speak. In some ways most would describe her as dense and clumsy. Can you blame her? No. Obviously its not her fault that she stubs her toes on nearly everything, or opens her mouth to make a noise that cannot be heard. So, it seems strangely comical for the girl to be hopping around, with those who enjoy the sight of pain anyways.

As for the density, although still having her ears in full use. A huge relief. Xochitl can't much make use of any words without a proper definition to back it up. Which can be a problem since she tends to believe everything she hears, and thus gets easily manipulated. Also, it does irritate plenty of people to have to provide so much detail for the girl to understand anything. Thankfully, she still has a brain to put any stray missing pieces together. Also, considering her no sight. Her writing abilites are lacking in organized appeal and thus would be described as sloppy when drawing the letters. Still, she tries hard each and every day even when no one is there to help her.

Although being a burden in the person department, it doesnt seem to quill her determination to try and help. Though most of the time she makes more messes then she does help. But its all good, really. She makes use of the beautiful smile she was bestowed with when being submitted to verbal abuse for her abnormalities.

Xochitl tends to stamp her foot when she's angry, or crosses her arms and turns a faint red in the face. Its actually quite cute, considering her mouth opens and tends to be overwhelmed with curse words that have no voice. So, unfortunately, she's not really taken seriously, which then causes her to become even more enraged. Then she engages in the silent treatment until the next day, thus hiding in another room and staying there until the passing day. The next day, she will return to normal and act like nothing happened, offer a joyous smile and be on her merry way.

History: In her suburban hometown, being blessed with abilities was always a treat. Being chosen by either the sun or the moon, was something more darling than honor. Unfortunately, humans were considered to be weaker subspecies that couldn't rightfully harness the power of either star without loosing a sense in return. Parents would righteously pray to be granted at least one ability from either of the stars. However, when Xochitl was born a solar eclipse happened at the same moment she was pushed from her mothers womb. Thus, granting her an unnatural ability called hybrid embodiment. And although the abilty gained her family such fame and power. The girl had no proper training, nor time to gather the light from the sun, or harness the illuminating darkness the moon bestowed. So, the they both stole something the girl valued most. Sight and voice. It wasnt unusal for the sun to steal the sense of sight, but it was unnatural for the moon to take a voice.

➢Likes: ♡New words♡ Figuring out things by herself♡ Books she can read via touch♡

➢Dislikes: ♤Loud noises♤ Getting worked up with anger♤ Bullies♤

➢Song
◇On Melancholy Hill : Gorrilaz


➢Transformations
✼- Other-