Welcome to Gaia! ::

Welcome travelers to Phantasia a Dark world filled with terror, I am Phanton your guide, Here in Phantasia there are many dangers. There are some who wish to destroy us all the warriors of Phantasia, even the creatures here attack us now all because the Dark Hand of Pharoan a un-dead freak like myself who I reluctantly call brother, yes he is now my duty and all the others here in Phantasia to bring him down will you stand with me or help my brother dominate Phantasia.

1. Gaian Name: The Bottousai
2. Name: Phanton
3. Age: 312
4. Background: A undead who was the ruler of Phantasia. Under him the kingdom flourished with food and wealth, but now that his brother and his followers have kicked him out of the castle the world has started to diminish. Now Pharoan rules and has turned everything evil even nature itself is against the forces of good. Now Phanton is starting up an army to go and kick Pharoan out of power.
5. Allegiance: Good
6. Image: Phanton

A small fox suddenly darted to Phanton's side. "You know," came a soft, alluring voice, "you don't have to be so harsh on them. After all, most of them did volunteer to aid you in your efforts. How can you expect to keep a tiny army like this —one that barely even holds a candle to the sheer manpower of Pharoan's— if you keep on driving them away? You'll need all the help you can get against Him." The jest was grounded with a slight bit of biting reality. That was just Atelier's way. She always had a blunt yet optimistic view on life. And anyone who knew her knew to listen close, for she was known to offer sage bits of advice amongst her slews of sarcastic comments and brash statements. She was a wise one but sly. But there were other skills which she possessed which made her well-suited for the army. The fox settled down, swishing her tail excitedly.

The small fox was already alert. She had sensed the oncoming presence from the East. Before Phanton's voice even boomed over the hillside, her muscles were already poised and prepared for battle. "Do you wish me to go with your first regiment, m'lord?" Atelier inquired tactfully, her eyes never moving from their intense fixation on the eastern front.

Atelier did not question her lord. She only nodded silently and followed him off towards the main gate. She ran with agile speed on all fours, easily overtaking Phanton's sprinting foot pace. The clever fox knew her liege would veer to the right regiments that awaited him standing guard at one post on the gate —he tended to favor that side; Thus she turned her line of travel to the left, making for the group of soldiers that guarded that side. They held their pikes and blades up to meet her, but she did not slow her run one bit. She lunged with full force, her figure shifting in midair from a minute fox into a sinewy woman in the blink of an eye. She easily soared over the lowered pikes and bore down on them with such ferocity that the men were bewildered. With her two lengthy daggers drawn she took them down in a graceful yet lethal sort of dance. In a matter of few minutes all fifteen of the men were slain.

She then moved in on the left chain that held up the drawbridge. Her lord would cut the other side, so she hastily went to work. Atelier slashed and hacked at the thick chain with such repetitive vivacity that the weathered link broke. The two halves snapped back and the drawbridge began to lean heavily on one side. She did not even wait to see if Phanton was already cutting the other chain before she began to scale the semi-upright, thick, wooden flat.