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Name: Ontaros
Race (and what race you appear to be): Human
Age: 357
Sex: Male
Appearance: Prefered 6' tall with a very handsome facial structure, he carries broad shoulders and an athletic build though not overly muscular. Ordinarily wears very loose fitting and very comfortable wizardly robes with exceptionally roomy sleeves. His hair and eyes like the rest of his body is subject to change but normally they change to accent his clothing at the time. Despite his age he prefers to hold onto his more youthful self typically looking to be in his early 20's.
Abilities: Incredible mastery of most of the schools of magic. Will not cast demonic or necromantic spells, but knows much about them and has an awsome talent in all others.
Weapons (those you carry, those you use, et al): Carries none on him but can summon a nearly limitless array of them from the armory in his castle.
Job(Note: you do not have a job without consulting a leader first): Lord of the Castle
Weaknesses: Very curious, trusting, out going and an incredible appitite for knowledge.
History (your own history): I'll get to it later.

Name: Byron
Race: Homunculous
Age: Unknown
Appearance: Small blue impish creature, very skinny and boney that can be found on Ontaros's shoulder or with him in one of his other forms that he's aquired over the years of training with his master.
Abilities Being a creature composed of magic, his body is very quick to take on various aspects as it desires. Byron has mastered three seprate forms so far.
Dwarf: As the Dwarf he becomes a master at arms, dual wielding either war hammers, war axes, or a combination of the two and can attack with devistating melee or ranged attacks, by swinging or throwing these impressive arms. Either way they are used they are charged with electricity, when swung they the lightning simply arcs over and through the metal of the weapon and on a successful strike the lightning tends to numb the area where it hits. When thrown the weapons material selves disappear and become pure lightning. When they strike, be it the target or another object, the weapon explodes outwards in a ring with much smaller forms of the weapon and on contact these smaller weapons detonate on contact to with an electric burst.
Elf: As the Elf he weilds a beautiful and powerful long bow and is capable of incredible sharp shooting and even some showboating archery as well.
Human: This is by far Byrons most powerful form, however he can not obtain it without the consent of as well as some help from his master to achieve this form. As a human Byron takes on ALL of Ontaros's magics and skill at wielding them however it is only under very specific circumstances that Ontaros grants Byron his power.

Name: SilverFang
Race: Appears human most of the time. Werewolf
Age: 125, appears to be in late teens
Sex: Female
Appearance: Long silver hair, normally in a ponytale and bright amber eyes. She has a kind face and inviting smile. An hourglass figure and light steps. Normally wears a sleevless purple top and denim shorts/pants, weather apropriate.
Abilities: Nature magic, especially strong in ice and wind magics. Ontaros has taught her illusions and shape-shifting. At first her were nature rebeled against the shapeshifting, but after breaking that wall she excelled at a starteling speed. Some prophetic abilities, she uses dowsing but can sometimes see signs of the future about a person's head (think Min from the Wheel of Time series).
Weapons: Katars which she straps onto the top of her wrists, the blades extending about a foot beyond her hands. When not on her wrists they are strapped onto her calves, hidden either by cloths or illusions.
Job:She is the Moonchild of her were tribe, half of which has taken to living on the Space Jammer, the other half lives a bit off from the Lythus Kingdom.
Weaknesses(Physical or personailty flaw): Though her were blood makes her stronger than a normal human, she never trained much so is still fairly physically weak. She is trusting and open, wanting to help everyone and seeing good in people who really don't have any. Which is something that can get a person into big trouble...
History: A friend of Ontaros' for about 30 years now, SilverFang and a porton of her tribe now live on the Spell Jammer with him, enjoying the creatures feeding habits, something that fits with their beliefs quite well. SilverFang has just become the new Priestess to their Goddess Luhara, this position makes her a leader of her people, her title is the MoonChild of Luhara. Her grandmother was the previous MoonChild and passed away a year ago, leaving the not-fully-trained SilverFang to step up and help lead her people.

NOTE: Any words in cyan are spoken in her native were language or wolven language. Yes, it is Japanese. I'd be more than happy to translate for anyone who should/does know the language.

Name: Roxas
Race (and what race you appear to be): Human
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Appearance:

Abilities: Able to summon and desummon his weapon at will. If pushed to the brink of death, transforms into Anti-Form, going completely berserk and no longer tells friend from foe.
Weapons: Oathkeeper

Job(Note: you do not have a job without consulting a leader first): N/A
Weaknesses(Physical or personailty flaw): Roxas tends to be a loner and doesn't like to be around people much. He suffers from nightmares about events that might have taken place in his past.
History (your own history): Roxas has no memories before he awoke on the Spell Jammer. All he knows if that for some reason, Ontaros brought him there. After recovering, Roxas chose to leave the Spell Jammer to travel amongst the town, hoping to discover who he is. Also, the keyblade Oathkeeper has chosen him as its master. He usually just travels from town to town, doing mercenary style work for enough money to survive.

Name: Lord Fenrir Wolf
Race (and what race you appear to be): Human (truly were)
Age: too lazy to remember
Sex: Male
Appearance: Human form: 6' tall, Very unassuming looking but with a hint of hidden danger, Brown hair, amber gold eyes; Were form: Same brown fur and amber eyes, head stands about 5'
Abilities: Shifting abilites, man to wolf, enhanced speed in human form
Weapons: Duel Daggers in human form, claws and teeth in wolf
Job(Note: you do not have a job without consulting a leader first):
Weaknesses(Physical or personailty flaw): Major flaw is a lack of motivation, true wolf nature, only really does anything when hungry, finds all other matters trivial
History (your own history): Part of the same tribe as Silverfang, no other history is known

Name: Lavandris Ravenhurst
Race: Vampire (was human)
Age: "Died" at 28, has existed for 165 years
Sex: Male
Appearance: Tall, dark green eyes, pale skin, long dark hair (a little past his shoulders). His ears are slightly pointed, giving him an elfish appearance. He dresses somewhat Victorean; long jackets, lace ruffles, and silk cravats.
Abilities: Has all the abilities of your average vampire (bat form, immortality, quick healing, no need to eat/drink/sleep), and he also has a music-based power: he can use his song to create a variety of effects, depending on the song. Some can move objects, others can bend people to his will.
Weapons: None, save his fangs and instruments
Job: None
Weaknesses: As a vampire, he is extremely vulnerable to fire and sunlight. A stake through the heart doesn't kill him, but it completely paralyzes him.
History: Lavandris grew up in a human village in the countryside. He led a relatively privileged life, as his father was the town mayor and his mother came from a wealthy merchant family. His mother was the one who taught him what he first learned about music and art, and he drank it in eagerly. He lived freely and joyfully, without a care in the world. Then, at the age of 27, something happened that would change everything.
A caravan of travelers came passing through the town one day, among them a young lady named Vanessa. She was the most beautiful thing Lavandris had ever seen. He was so enamored with her that on the morning the caravan was to leave, he sneaked out of his house and stole away with them, with only a twinge of regret at leaving his family behind. They got to know each other on the road, and fell in love. A year after they met, Vanessa revealed to him that she was a vampire. Rather than be shocked or upset by this, Lavandris was elated that this would allow them to spend eternity together, so he gave himself to her and she embraced him. They found an abandoned castle to live in by themselves, and for 60 years they were happy together. All good things come to and end, however, and one night the nearby village decided to eradicate the "vampire threat". Vanessa was killed in the struggle, and Lavandris was forced to flee, leaving his heart burning to ashes, surrounded by jeering villagers.
For the next several years, Lavandris hid himself away in the depths of the wilds, with only his music to keep him company. He lost the use of his voice after 4, but learned to speak through song. He made beautiful music for the trees; delicate serenades that captured the patter of rain, prancing melodies that felt like sunshine... But mostly he wept, and his music in those times was enough to make the stones cry. For so long and so powerfully did he play that eventually he began to see his music change things. At first it was small, unnoticeable: A short trill would send a leaf swirling through the air. But then he began to grasp what he was doing, and he found that within him was the power to do anything he wanted with his song.
And so his thoughts turned from sorrow to rage, and thoughts of vengeance filled his mind. He honed his new talent, refining it to a devastating weapon, and returned to the village. By this time it had become a thriving farmer's town, a promising new stronghold on the frontier of the kingdom. Lavandris only saw hatred there. He set himself on a hilltop and began slowly, starting small fires on the side of town furthest from the river it was on. The fires spread to the walls, and Lavandris used his rage to destroy the gates, trapping the townsfolk inside. They all fled towards the river as the fires became an inferno, and Lavandris watched with cold eyes. By sunset, the entire town had been reduced to ash, with the exception of a large cathedral on the town square, where the remaining survivors, mostly women and children, were taking shelter. With a tear on his cheek that he did not feel, Lavandris reduced it to rubble, burying everyone inside.
He stayed on that hilltop for two full days, dead inside. On the third day, he wept. He wept for Vanessa, and for the townsfolk, for the carnage he had caused, and for having used his music, the most precious thing he still had with him, to cause such destruction. From that moment on, he promised to never harm another living thing, and to use his gift for what it was meant for: The quest for true pleasure and appreciation of beauty, two things he had abandoned with Vanessa's death.
And so he set about roaming the world, spreading joy and a love for art with his song. He greatly improved himself in this time, learning to honor Vanessa's memory and those of the villagers with his music. He was recently invited aboard the Spell Jammer, where he currently resides.

Name: Harabec Weathers.
Race: Human.
Age: Male.
Sex: 34
Appearance: Harabec has all the signs of a wealthy upbringing; he always stands tall and straight with his chin held high. His eyes are a startling bright and crisp blue. Cleanshaven with his dirty-blonde hair kept short and clean, Harabec keeps himself in good conditions out of habit from his childhood. Keeps a hardened leather vest to give himself minor coverage during battle. Underneath is a thin, red dyed shirt, the arms cut short revealing well-toned arms, used to battle. Keeping with the look, he also wears loosely fitting leather pants and padded boots as well.
Abilities: Other than being a skilled swordsman, has a modicum of knowledge with the element of fire.
Weapons: Carries two highly decorated swords of opposing colors. The first holds a bright red ruby in the pommel. The hilt of the blade has the figure of flame enshrouded dragon winding around down the hilt, with the maw of the etching opening up to hold the ruby. The blade itself is light and well-crafted. Suited for light and fast combat, yet durable against crushing forces. The second blade is almost identicle, except it bears a blue sapphire and the etching is of the same dragon, this time enshrouded in ice.
Weaknesses: Skilled with a blade and decent with magic, Harabec remains unaware of his downfalls. He can be too easy-going, he oftentimes looks for the easy way out of things, or how to avoid them entirely. And most times, those attempts land him in more trouble than before.
History: Harabec and his brother were a perfect pair. They went everywhere together. The younger Harabec always learning from the older Caanon. When Caanon set out to explore the world, Harabec followed. The family was more than aware of this coming and as such, gave them each a sword. To Caanon the sword with the blue sapphire. To Harabec, the red ruby. The skills they had learned with a blade while growing up made them easy candidates eventually to join a group of men, mercenaries of a sort, who specialized in escorting caravans, people and delivering goods against bandits and other threats. There the two made names for themselves, and there they each earned a nickname.
Harabec was nicknamed by the group as 'the Phoenix' for surviving situations where anyone else would have died. Caanon came to be called 'the Icehawk' for his cold, calculating personality. Together the two were almost unbeatable. And that seemed to be how it would stay until they grew old, but that is not how it was. On the road, leading back to the place the group called home after a successful mission, they were ambushed. Over half died in the first few minutes of the surprise attack, and the rest grouped up to fight to the last. When the dust cleared, the group had been cut down almost to the last. Of the two brothers, Harabec was the only one to survive, his nickname proving true.
He now follows the man who saved him from the brink of death, owing his life to him. For seven years Harabec has followed Dante, going to a destination he thought didn't exist.

Name: Dante Anu'Renth.
Race: Appears as human. Werewolf.
Age: 46.
Sex: Male.
Appearance: Almost the opposite of Harabec. His darker hair is long, shoulder length and unkept. Always atleast the stubble of a beard adorns his face, hiding the scars of years wandering and giving him a rough, uninviting look. Much unlike Harabec, Dante doesn't smile as much, he does, but he doesn't see the world in the same light as Harabec. He keeps his dress simpler; wearing a dark, tanned leather tunic covering his arms and chest, held close with a thick belt. The same quality of thick leather creates the loose fitting pants and the padded boots. Taller than Harabec, and slightly broader, the years on the road kept him in excellent shape.
Abilities: Has knowledge in the healing properties of herbs and the such. Prefers fighting as the beast form his heritage granted him, yet will use the enhanced physical strengths it gives him as a human.
Weapons: One medium lengthed blade of no noticeable special qualities. Crafted to last and be durable.
Weaknesses: Incredibly untrusting of people. He keeps himself closed to the world. Only offering his arm to help when it's required or asked. Leaving him with few friends and many enemies.
History: All that is known about Dante before he saved Harabec is that he left his family at an early age. Most who've met him suspect his life must have had harsh conditions, for he never mentions or hints at them, choosing to remain silent for the questioning. When he came upon the slaughter of the group Harabec was with, he found only Harabec could be saved. After nursing the man to life, Dante secretly regretted it, unable to get Harabec to stop following him, he resigned himself to having a ally for once.

Name: Ryu Murasama
Age 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: 5'6" with jaw length red hair and seemingly gentle blue eyes. Wears loose dark linen clothing, his shirt is open in the front and various scars can be seen over his chest, and even more on his back when the shirt is removed. He wields a katana and hidden somewhere on him is a nice hand full of shuriken. There is a black dragon tattoo over his left arm that runs from shoulder (the tail) to the back of his hand (the head).
Abilities: Control of and production of electricity/biocurrents. Incredible physical speed and a comparable ability to think and react to situations.
Weapons: Katana, Shuriken, Electricity/Biocurrent
Job(Note: you do not have a job without consulting a leader first):
Weaknesses(Physical or personailty flaw): Doesn't know when to give up. Cares about little or nothing. Even himself.
History (your own history): Will Post Later