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Name:
Zeria 'Zere'

Age:
76
looks 17

Race:
Elf

Weapon:
Twin curved shortblades, needles, staff

Fighting choice:
Melee, magic

Class:
Water Witch, Assassin

Appearance:


Other:
Instead of an anbu mask Zeria wears and cloth that pulls over his nose. His long black hair is usually pulled into a ponytail.

Zeria walked out of his room, walking around the melee section to the magic section, where he'd be training for the first half of the day. Once he was there he pulled his long black hair out of it's ponytail and stepped into the line of waiting magi. His hand went up to the fabric that served as a mask, covering his lips and nose, making sure it was where it should be then it dropped back to to his side as the Magic Trainer dismissed them from the line to practice.

Zeria's green eyes stared ahead as a trainer stepped infront of him. "Zere. Today you must show the other water elementals your power. Let them know that with practice they can be as great a water witch as you." He said. Zeria nodded and closed his eyes. Suddenly they flashed open, a bright blue, and met the trainer's. The trainer's body began to bend. and his face was etched in pain. "O-okay Zere." He gasped. Zeria closed his eyes again and another trainer came and held the other up. "That my students." The trainer said, "Is called Blood Bending. It's where you bend the water that runs through the blood and body, causing immense pain to the enemy and control of their body in a sort." he said.

Sacré tried the target over and over with the blood golem but every time another trap got his blood golem sending pain through him. He huffed almost out of blood. He looked at what happened to the trainer and he watched holding himself up by his arms that were shaking immensely. His trainer walked up to Sacré. "Sacré you will never be a great necromancer. use your other spells to help with the completion of this task. A great necromancer does not just use only one spell or summon at a time they mix and use combinations. Think. You can do this." He said before stepping to the side. Sacré huffed summoning another blood golem and said the word as he said millions of time and the blood golem lunged. As the trap activated, he summoned a skeletal warrior into the blood golem, sending a skeletal wall to cover over the blood golem. As all the traps went up she forced more and more skeletal warriors and mages into the blood golem, and reinforcing the skeletal wall with more bones, as millions of traps fought against it. As it ended Sacré slipped away the skeletal wall and the skeletons. a few minutes later a large bed of spikes slammed from under and above the blood golem blood splattering everywhere, as Sacré yelled in pain from feeling ever single spike just as the golem did, instantly falling on the floor yelling a few moments, before whimpering from the pain huffing. Almost everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stopped and stared at Sacré and his trainer. His trainer walked up disappointed. "Never let your guard down even for a moment. The war is cruel, people will play dead and wait for the right moment right as your guard is going down. That is when you are weak. That is when they will strike. And before you can do anything to block them you will be dead. I am not trying to be hard on you. I am not going to let go on a small child just because your are training. No one will take mercy on you out there. So you must get stronger and stronger, act swiftly, but not foolishly. You will get killed if you do.." He said this aloud so everyone could hear. Sacré saw every face every pair of eyes on her, there was bickering and laughter, making him blush from embarrassment and he looked down closing his eyes still in pain, as his hair fell down in front of him. He was too weak in spirit and health from all the dark energy she used up and all the blood she used up, she was almost drained. His trainer looked down at her. "You will work on this one until you get it right, and you will not stop until you have completed it... I will not let my only student die because he was being foolish and letting go of his guard." He said staring down at her with a strong harsh voice before walking out of the room. Sacré still felt every eye on him, the bickering began to lighten in worry for him, but no one went near him at all.

Sacré weakly grabbed the vial pulling down the black scarf that hid everything exept her eyes, revealing a feminine face. He slowly drank the vial's containments. He held the bottle down, the vial completely empty and the baggy robe, slightly open revealing a tight undershirt covering breasts. Sacré opened his eyes and looked down seeing his robe was open and he gasped quickly closing the robe and blushed immensely hoping that Zeria didn't see it. Sacré looked down, not looking up, and held out the vial, forcing himself to let go of the robe, it revealing his awful secret underneath. Sacré's face flushing he knew that Zeria saw that and he blushed his arm falling to his side his secret was out, and he knew that he would die.

Sacré looked down nodding. He curled up into a ball hiding his face in his knees. "It's so hard! When everyone takes showers i have to bear the naked bodies and wait in there with my clothes still on and wait till everyone is out! D-don't get me wrong i don't mind seeing men naked, but the constant questions, i cannot take it..." He sighed. He looked up. "D-do you mind if i take this heavy robe off?" He said, slowly taking it off, but not fully.

Name: Gathimar (known as Gath though)
Age:55 (looks just 17)
Race:Elvan
Weapon: Staff, Leather studded gloves.
Fighting choice: Melee, some magic
Class: Warrior Monk
Appearance:
Other:knows certain spots to hit to temporaly disable a person.