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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:17 pm
Page One
Uhin Sasory
Team One Captain
Ramiel Iolite Polaris
Team One Vice Captain
Camilla Songül
Team Two Captain
Mika
Team Two Vice Captain
Morpheus Aurum Valandrin
Team Three Captain
Seir Verleisk
Team Three Vice Captain
Kiri Lavellen
Kaia Makara Ironclaw
Mana
Royce Roulette and Dante Virgils
Page Two
Maev Barclay
Kialia Icewing
Luka Rosetti
Plague
Shamera Vexalia
Nikita Dareloth
Gyda Quilnn
Arion Vosnia
Layla Natas Duskhill
Caelum Asteri
Elk Sevaril
Sanaan Orka-Lockard
Dahlia
Emora
Page Three
Vemoras
Armin Edric Hakon
Vince Aden Ingvar
Tenbern Neroot
Bernadette
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:17 pm
Played by: Nightmares_Shadow13
↘ xxxx Uhin Sasory xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Honorable Captain ↤ 
"Each morning we are born again, it is what we do today that matters."
I have been around for 437 years.
I am a Selkie and affiliated with Ithus.
I am on team One as the Captain
I am Male.
I am interested in Females.
Voice
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¯ ¯ ↘ The most notable feature of all selkies is that we change our skin. We always have our seal pelts, unless someone is to take it from us, however I've never let mine out of my sight. If I choose not to be a seal, I tie my pelt around my waist, otherwise, I wear it. It's as simple as that. Whether I am a seal or walk as a man, I am a strong swimmer, spending many of my days in the water regardless of the skin I wore. As being a protector, it can be inferred that I am also a strong fighter, which would be correct. I hone my skills and have striven to ensure that my kin and those I care about can and will be protected by me. My sheer size is a testament to my power as I have been built for battle with strong, sturdy bones and muscles. Now, if you're looking more towards the magic side of things, Sekies rarely dabble in such things. Nevertheless, I am practiced in some minor water manipulation and have been taunt divination by our mother of the sea. While I cannot control my visions from the sea herself, they are never wrong. I just need to interpret them correctly as sometimes the mother is tricky and will not outright say what it is she means. As for the minor water manipulation, I should think that is fairly obvious. And while I can't just grasp the water that is clinging in the air, I can use any water that is on hand should I need to.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Generally speaking, I am the calm and quiet type. I don't normally feel like saying anything unless something really must be said. I am what I need to be, but if it were up to me, I'd be peaceful, but we do not live in a time of peace. When it comes to battles, I am fierce, but honorable. I do not believe in harming someone who cannot defend themselves. In my clan, I would protect my kin and that's just what I intend to do here. I do not condone useless bloodshed and greatly frown upon it when anyone kills with no purpose but to kill. But enough about that. I am generally very level headed and do not lose my cool, trying to maintain a neutral demeanor. I have been viewed by many as a fatherly figure, even though I have no young of my own. I am kind, caring, and look out for those around me, whether I'm close to them or not. While I have been built for battle, that does not mean I am unintelligent. On the contrary, I am quite skilled in tactics and enjoy learning new things when the opportunity arises. One of my only vices is if there's a nice warm patch of sun I will take a moment to enjoy it. Having grown up in cold waters, my kind will enjoy sunbathing on the rocks whenever we can.
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¯ ¯ ↘ My history? It's not a very complicated one, even though I have lived this world longer than many. My childhood, or what I remember of it, was fairly normal of a selkie pup. I grew up off shore in the waters of the northern shoreline. We stayed away from human settlements as humans fished and pups were known to be caught in the nets without being thrown back. My mother of course did not want this to happen to me. Most of my childhood I remained hidden in snow and ice until I grew big enough to hunt fish and not be in need of my mother's protection. That took almost two years. But I still had a long time before I would be allowed to leave the clan enough to hunt or explore on my own.
Even at a young age, I had an overwhelming instinct to protect those around me. I only fought or hunted when my kin needed food or when someone was in danger. I rarely strayed too far as I knew I was growing quickly and becoming stronger and while the other males were away hunting, someone needed to make sure the other pups and some of the older females did not fall into harm's way. While the other teens and pups played and explored, I remained ever vigilant, knowing what was out there in the open waters. As pups, we were an easy target for larger, fiercer creatures. It was all too often that a pup was lost to one of the many predators of the ocean. The stronger and larger I grew, however, the easier it was for me to deter these creatures and drive them away from my kin.
This went on for a few decades before I decided to head closer to the shoreline, moving more and more towards human and other race's settlements, just to sate my curiosity about them. Very few bothered me if I were laying out on the beach besides the occasional child who would stare in awe at my form of a large seal just laying on some rocks or a beach, warming and napping in the sun. However it was here where I had an encounter I will never forget.
The day wasn't all that spectacular, however, I had been laying on the beach, only half wearing my pelt when a beautiful young human, who had been strolling cautiously approached me. What started out as a fearful curiosity turned into a long afternoon of laying on the beach, talking, getting to know one another. I had found out her name was Mona. She was the daughter to a fisherman and lived in a nearby town. She told me what the town was like and I told her about my kin. We both knew what it was like to live on land and sea, but while she hardly set foot in the sea and I rarely set foot on land, it seemed rather unlikely what we had decided to do. In a matter of weeks we had fallen in love, and after a year of learning human customs, I had taken her as my mate... Er, I guess they call it "wife." She was my one and only and I was hers. We lived many happy years together and even tried to start a family, but alas, it was met with great difficulties and eventual sadness.
I had lost my Mona during childbirth. The human and elven healers said that her and I were just too different and the strain was too much for her delicate body. I don't remember many of the years that followed. I knew that life was fragile and human life especially, however I was not prepared for both her and my pup to have been taken from me by death's cold embrace. I don't know how long I grieved and when I finally came out of that haze I had no idea where I was. I found myself quite a ways in land and I had battled through life's hardships. It was time for me to rest. I had found myself at, I suppose was known as an academy. It taught younglings how to fight and fend for themselves, something I was all too familiar with. I had offered my services to teach the younglings and after constant testing and proving my prowess, I was allowed entrance to the academy and have been teaching and training the young minds ever since. But with each lesson of battle, there is a new lesson of mercy that I teach the younglings.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I am a teacher at the academy. I know about these games enough to know that they are dangerous and I want to make sure that these younglings and my students are well protected. This is a game. No one should die in it, but if the time comes, I will make sure it is my time and not the younglings. I care not about the prize, all I really care about is the younglings staying safe. While I may be the captain, I allow them to come up with their own strategies so they can fail or succeed on their own. One does not learn through constant instruction, it is by trial and error that one can grow.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:19 pm
Played by: Nicko1421
↘ xxxx Ramiel Iolite Polaris xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Battlefield Conductor ↤ 
"It’s the little things in life."
I have been around for 19 years.
I am an Avian and affiliated with Ithus.
I am on team one as the vice-captain
I am Male.
I am interested in women.
Iolite’s Theme | Aria of Rebirth | The Devil’s Pact | To Tame a Lion | Children of Heroes | Hope
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¯ ¯ ↘ Aside from his natural racial ability of flight due to his large purple wings Iolite is a photokinetic, able to bend a bluish purple shade of light to his uses. Though this power is more useful for distractions and the like. His real talent lies in his voice. Iolite was blessed with an angelic voice able to revitalize and rejuvenate all who hear him, though this power is based off of his emotional state. Should he slip into sadness or anger his powers of rejuvenation will fall into banshee like sounds which strip the wills to fight from those who hear it, this power is non-selective any, even enemies who hear it will benefit or suffer the effects. Certain songs carry specific effects. When enthralled on the battlefield he can use his magic to project ghostly figures which sing beside him amplifying his song’s effects. Certain songs require such a choir.
Aria of Rebirth heals wounds and restores vigor
The Devil’s Pact fills all who hear it with a great sense of dread and fear.
To Tame a Lion bolsters confidence while clearing the mind of distractions.
Children of Heroes boosts the natural talents of the people who hear it for a short period of time, strength, speed, and reflexes are all enhanced though once the song is over fatigue will set in.
Hope, a song Iolite has never used before, a mysterious song that comes at a great cost.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Iolite is normally quite the optimist, which usually suits his comrades well in battle. Ever smiling he looks for the silver lining in all situations usually referring back to his catch phrase “It’s the little things in life.” On the battlefield he usually takes a supportive role choosing to bolster his comrades own vigor with his music while providing cover with his light magic. He is not a natural fighter though he often tries to protect his comrades. It is this selflessness that usually gets him into trouble often times putting him in situations he needs help getting out of. While he always smiles he feels tremendous guilt whenever people have to protect him. He strives to always better himself and feels crushed when he falls short of his goals. Placed into a role of leadership keeps him always maintaining a calm air of confidence. Though he is quick to lend an ear Iolite is quite tight lipped when it comes to his own matters. Though young Iolite has shown time and time again he is more than capable of making sound reasonable decisions, a natural leader with a strong moral compass to help him and those he leads. He however does not question the actions of their captain, he understands the chain of command and respects their leader deeply.
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¯ ¯ ↘Born to a simple family Iolite was named after a guardian angel that was said to watch over his bloodline, though this was only simple family tall tales. His middle name was given to him due to the odd coloration of his hair and wings. Born with a bluish purple tint he was often seen as the black sheep of his family, in appearance only, growing up Ramiel preferred to be called by his middle name of Iolite, loving the uniqueness of it. His ability to lift the spirits of the people around him was what initially garnered the attention of the Academy, his natural proclivities towards magic were merely an added bonus. Exceling in his studies Iolite’s power to control a battlefield with the sound of his voice became quite coveted so much so that he decided to take up more supportive roles on the battlefield as opposed to direct assaults. Iolite’s kind hearted nature made many question whether or not he had the stomach for war a good question, though Iolite never gave a clear answer to his reasoning for wishing to join, a cheerful smile and a few words were all he spared on the matter.
When time came for him to decide on whether or not to join the games all he could do was smile and nod. When asked why again he smiled and said. “If I don’t then someone else will have to risk their life.” A kind soul wrapped in violet feathers.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Iolite was selected due his outstanding achievements in the classroom, however he was chosen as vice captain due to his personality and talent leading. Iolite is a confident unshakable young man, self sacrificing with a large pool of magic. Though he was nervous at first, with his lack of experience serving as the main source of doubt the reassurance from his superiors and the trust of his comrades have helped him to adjust to his new title.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:19 pm
Played by: Phoenix Skyy
↘ xxxx Camilla Songül xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Relentless Thorn↤ 
"Resilience is, of course, necessary for a warrior. But a lack of empathy isn't."
I have been around for 24 years.
I am a Draconian and affiliated with Malandaia.
I am on team two as the Leader.
I am female.
I am interested in both genders.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Weapons and Armor
Claymore: Brier Tempest— This is the sword I’ve been training with all of my life. I am its master, and with it I have mastered my combat arts. It’s much heavier than it looks, but I am more than capable of wielding it single-handedly when necessary.
Mythril Chainmail— Hidden beneath my clothes, I wear mythril chainmail just above my undergarments. It saves me when I am not quick enough to dodge a well placed attack. It only protects from below the clavicle to mid thigh.
Dragonhide Armor: Over-dress, Collar, Bracer, and Boots— Given to me by my father, it is the skin of my great grandfather, killed in battle with a dragon slayer. After vengeance was exacted, the skins that were taken were returned to my family. For generations, they have used it to create armor to protect Draconian offspring. I received the last of it, and had the few pieces of armor I have made.
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Dark Vision: Can see up to 60ft away in starlight, moonlight, or torchlight, and retains the ability to distinguish colors and textures under these conditions.
Firebelly: Naturally resistant to fire; may receive a light burn if caught in a blazing inferno, but otherwise unscathed.
Pyrophile Proficient in fire magic and manipulation.
Reflexes, Speed, Strength: I’m agile, and quick on my feet, but I’m incredibly swift when unarmed. I have great upper body strength, of course, it comes with carrying and wielding my claymore.
Strategist: I have been trained to strategize prior to a battle and while engaged in a fight. I am capable of improv, and strategizing in a minute’s notice if things don’t go according to plan. This is where I shine.
Sword Master: I mastered single-handed swords at the age of fifteen and dual-handed swords at the age of twenty.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I am honest and direct as integrity is very important to me. Typically I’m calm and practical— work and tasks won’t get done if I lose myself to my emotions. Even if I’m experiencing any sort of emotional turmoil, I stay cool and even-headed. I favor order and have no problem enforcing it, either. People who create chaos are annoying and disruptive. I give my best and more when working; even if I prefer working alone my sense of duty overtakes and I work diligently with others.However, I am stubborn, rather insensitive, and judgmental, although unintentionally. If things go wrong, I blame myself for the failure. When it comes to interacting with others, I'm not talkative or very affectionate. However, the very small number of people I let into my life as friends or loved-ones, I would never abandon or disappoint. You know, if it were up to me.
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¯ ¯ ↘ ¯ ¯ ↘ My father was a Draconian, and my mother… well, I’m not sure. She took off after I was born and my father and our family never heard from her again. My father wasn’t particularly loving or neglectful, he was just my guardian. Essentially, I was raised by my family, and because it is often associated with the military of Malandaia, I was raised as a warrior. There was a lot of hard training and skill development with different weapons, but I favored the sword. There was something about the technique that I took to, and ever since my first lesson I wanted to master it. Unlike swordsmanship, magic came to me naturally and required very little effort to master, until I started learning Earth magic.
When I wasn’t training, practicing magic, or studying, I preferred to hide away in a tree with a book— usually history or adventure. I guess in spite of their constant hardening, a part of me was always more interested in more mundane ambitions. At least, when I was alone they were. There were others about my age. cousins, half siblings, but they weren’t interested in me. Probably because I spoke very little and fancied being alone when we weren't learning side-by-side. The only time they seemed to matter outside of our combat training and schooling was for family gatherings.
Several years into my training, I was given the chance to start working in teams of mercenaries to gain battle experience. It was during these campaigns that I discovered how to use my training effectively, but also that plans don’t always go according to plan. I learned that battle strategy has to be flexible and improvised when necessary, especially in the heat of battle with others. It was on one of my last missions prior to “graduation” that I happened upon a soul that caught my curiosity— a mercenary with the soul of a lamb, but the skill of a beast. During that campaign, she managed to befriend me, and I was grateful for the kinship. However, her partner Siel caught me as the type of person I’d much rather ignore the choice were up to me. Spitfire of a little thing, but brilliant on the field. I think I learned more from them than I had on any other training assignment.
In my clan, graduation is granted as a coming of age ceremony. The ceremony, or competition really, requires inductees to brawl and fight each other and anyone who challenges them. Mine came from an older half-sibling, who was constantly giving me hell for being introverted, and my own father. Neither made it easy for me, and each had their own unique way of fighting and dueling. My brother liked to run his mouth, my father is twice as clever as sphinx and taught me almost everything I knew for battle strategy. Attack after attack, parry after parry, spell after spell, I refused to bow to either of their challenges. After a grueling match between the two, leaving me scarred and aware of my weaknesses and strengths, I came out ahead and graduated. With the ceremony completed, I was given my bit of dragon hide for armor. Taking what I learned from the ceremony, I had my weakest spots protected with the hide, and my strongest exposed for anyone who dared attempt to attack there.
Since then, I’ve been acting a hand for hire in my family’s long tradition as acting as the country’s guard dogs, handling missions collectively or solo. It’s not as adventurous as working as a mercenary (at least as I recall it), but it has its perks of returning to home when the job is completed. However, as I’ve grown older and less naïve, some of the assignments have made me question the morality of what I’ve been tasked to do.
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¯ ¯ ↘ It was either this or another assignment in handling some questionable affair. I requested the opportunity to both fight for my country and to broaden my horizons. In the tournament, I was often matched with fighters that had little to no understanding of strategy, and instead seemed rather clueless. A few were had surprises up their sleeves, but their last resorts were just that. When it came to the final matches, they were true challenges to my skills as a fighter and as a strategist, but no one startled me half as much as my final opponent. I cannot say I was particularly prepared for her to transform, but it did provide a refreshing change of pace. So often it seemed we had met each other in attack just to reanalyze afterward. However, after a while, I realized her primal side had begun to lead her attacks. I changed my strategy one last time to match and outwit her animalistic behavior, but I can't say I had exited without my share of received blows. It seemed the judges of the tournament were keeping tally, and after calling our battle over, I was named Leader of the team for Malandaia.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:20 pm
Played by: RainaDethervis13
↘ xxxx Mika xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Independent One ↤ 
"One who knows nothing, can understand…nothing."
I have lost track of my age, however in my human form I appear in my mid twenties
I am a were-thylacine and affiliated with Malandaia
I am on team two as an aggressive pugilist
I am female.
I enjoy both genders, but good luck getting me to actually like you
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¯ ¯ ↘ I rely solely on my own strength, whether it be from transforming or my skills in my human form. I do carry an ancient knife on myself at all times, I don’t remember where it came from, but I have had it for as long as I have been alive. It has odd markings along the hilt, but I have never bothered to translate them because they probably mean nothing anyways.
When I transform, the creature I become is quite fearsome. I stand around 7’, razor sharp claws protrude from giant paws, with a thick muscular body. My favorite part of my transformation is my wolf-like jaw, which can open 120° of teeth that aren’t afraid to rip apart whatever stands in my way. I’d also be wary of the tail, it has a tendency to cause falling and bruising.
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¯ ¯ ↘ There’s not much to say. I don’t like you, you won’t like me. Stay out of my way and you won’t get hurt.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I’d say I’ll start at the beginning, but I’d be lying if I said I knew where that was. I’ve lived through many decades, and a few centuries at this point I think. I’m sure there used to be more like me, at some point, however I am positive I am the last of my kind. Even if there were more like me, we probably wouldn’t get along anyways.
From where my memory actually comes in, I’ve lived in Malandaia for a long time. The people here understand how I am, and quickly realized to keep their distance. I go into the city when necessary, but usually I can be found in my small home out in the forest. You know you are getting close when you stop hearing any noise, for even the forest creatures know to give me my space.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I ended up being a part of this team because of my inability to resist sharpening my skills. When I caught wind of the tournament, I had vaguely remembered hearing of it before, but had never really bothered to look much into it. This time around, I happened to be browsing some fresh fruits and overheard all the details. I couldn’t care less about the chance to be a part of the games, but a chance to fight against real people and come out on top? This I had to be a part of.
I enjoy seeing the look on my opponents’ faces as I turn into a creature they can’t quite identify. More so did I love the taste of victory as my honed skills took me higher and higher up the tournament ladder. A good fight always gives me energy, and as I began battles against tougher and tougher opponents, I got more aggressive and my beast side became more prevalent. By the time I reached the final fight, I was so intense that I could barely remember how many fights I had been in. I just remember being positive I would take first place.
But I didn’t. We must have been evenly matched, there was no way my final fight was against a human. Second place pissed me off, but they definitely deserved first if they truly beat me in a fair fight. I’m not looking forward to being “Vice-Captain” but this should be a challenge unlike anything I’ve ever faced before.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:25 pm
Played by: Moonbeam Flame
↘ xxxx Morpheus Aurum Valandrin xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Blind General ↤ 
"Do you know suffering? Yes? Mmm, let me show you what actual suffering is..."
I have been around for 2000 years.
I am a Demon and affiliated with Zeladis.
I am on team three as the Leader.
Females suit my fancy more than males do.
I'm not a fan of Males in general, so I tend to favor the Women.
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¯ ¯ ↘ The main ability he has is to see without actually seeing. He is physically blind, his eyes are a milky, pearlescent white in color. He actually sees using Aura's. In this way, he can actually see where everything is better than with what physical sight ever provided. Though everything is in shades of blue, he can pick up some other colors faintly. If someone is in a intense mood, he can pick up on it by the color of their aura. He isn't blind to detail either, so don't think he doesn't know what you look like or what your doing around him.
Though most demons have the ability to cast illusions, which he is pretty good at, he has another ability that has proved to be more useful. He can control Earth. As long as he has an open source of Earth, he can mend and bend it however he wishes. He has mastered it to the point that he can even control crystals and gems. One of his most famous tricks is to encase someone in Crystal, something he did to a long time enemy of the Zeladis Monarchy. They still have the being trapped and displayed in the castle to this day...
He has two weapons he keeps on him at all times. One is a Hand Spear that can extend into a full sized spear. He is deadly accurate with it so be careful on getting near him. The other is a gold whip. This helps him hit and grab things farther away, which is is also accurate with. His whip is usually curled and hanging on his hip, the spear is either in hand or on the opposite side of his whip.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Cold, Calculating, Intimidating, Determined, and on the sadistic side, Morpheus is someone that most try to avoid. He has a sense of power when he speaks that tends to compel demons younger than him, or at least make them flinch. He has a aura of leadership and people tend to trust his decision and knowledge. Morpheus is without mercy, at least that is what he leads others to believe. No one he has come across to date has every been shown a shred of mercy or pity. Most have been tortured for even standing in his way or encased and preserved in beautiful crystal or gems to be showed off for the rest of their forced existence.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Morpheus has been without a human form to hide in for over half his life. He was born a demon, but the darker pulls of his kind were to tempting to ignore. He lived most of his life on his own, traveling from place to place to stay out of the light of the world. It was during his travels that he lost his sight, having come across a being he shouldn't have messed with. You see, at the time he still was able to hide his horns and demonic features, including his dark skin. A sorceress came across him who could see through his disguise and made it known. He tried to ignore her, but she followed him where ever he went. He tried to ignore her persistent following, but after a while he finally turned to confront her. According to her, if he acted against her he would have to pay.
He was young at the time for a Demon, and didn't care what the price was. He just wanted the annoying woman away from him. He killed her, without her having lifted a finger to fight back. In that moment he felt pain and everything around him turned black. The black faded into a fuzzy blue, and his surroundings became foreign to him. At first he thought maybe it would go away, his sight would come back. But it never did, and he realized it was because of the woman that he now had no physical sight. Time passed, and he learned he liked this new sight a lot better. It was only a little time afterward that he found himself in Zeladis. Battles were being fought, and everyone had to pick a side. He was considered an outcast when he first came in, and was attacked on a daily basis no matter where he went.
Every person he came across was either captured or killed. Coffins of crystal were left behind him in a trail, which the Monarchy took interest in. They summoned him against his will, and he was forced to fight in front of them like an animal. He won the fight, killing everything around him with ease. They liked him, and placed him in their army. From there it was easy, he worked his way up the ranks until he finally earned his right to be a General. Any battle he was thrown into after that moment was never lost, and Zeladis has been bragging about their victory card. As the time for the Games drew near, they made him a proposition. Enter the Games and win, or be stripped of his title. With no choice but to move forward, Morpheus was given the title as Leader and made head of their hand picked team.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Morpheus had an advantage when it came to being picked for the games. Under the King and Queen, he is their most prized General. Many battles have been fought and won because of this man, this demon who seems to know nothing but victory. Because of his power and the confidence the Monarchy has in his, they picked him to be the Leader of the team. Morpheus has a true reason to win and drive his team to the top. Before letting him go after telling him the news, they made a very important point. If he did not win for them, if he 'allowed' their team to lose, he would be stripped of his title as General and lose honor with them. Knowing the stakes, Morpheus has no choice but to make sure that his team wins at all costs...more for himself than any other.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:26 pm
Played by: QUNARl
↘ xxxx Seir Verleisk xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ Dollface ↤ 
"I have your hearts and you have my pity!"
I have been around for 682 years.
I am a Drow and affiliated with Zeladis.
I am on team Zeladis as a Vice Captain.
I am as female as can be!
All suit my fancy.
Playlist - Battle Armour
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¯ ¯ ↘ Seir dabbles in both bow and magic. Predominantly a dark magic user, she excels in spells that create illusions, curses, poisons, and leeching. Of all listed, her strength is in leeching power. Her famous attacks include a noxious gas that envelopes the opponent, not only damaging them, but healing her. In this attack, she is reducing the years of life they have and adding them to her own with a leeching poison. Withstand it for enough, and the opponent will begin to age before their eyes. Death will be imminent if not interrupted. Her other attacks include a simple, rapid fire of dark pulses to knock back opponents. Attacks that include her magic fog may cause paralysis as well as poisoning. The curses she lays have similar affects. She summons a rune under her opponent. As soon as it is stepped upon, it explodes; cursing the foe as well as causing damage. Her runes may cause the enemy to become extremely unlucky, see intense hallucinations, or summon black tendrils to viciously attack the opponent. Runes take time to cast and their strength depends on the amount of energy she spends on them. To summon them is very energy consuming. Her illusions can allow her to disguise herself as any humanoid she has seen before. If they have a feature that is not humanoid (wings, hooves, tail), it will be difficult to reproduce. Though she may try, the feature will waver and often disperse in sections as if it was a gas. The illusion only works when in particularly dim light or else the visage will waft.
In physical combat, she defends herself with a short bow. Her serrated arrows are launched with rune enhancements upon them. These may be a tagging type effect in which she may follow them with, or a simple poison that depletes mana/stamina.
Among these, Seir can summon a fog to envelop her playing field. She cannot see any better in it than any other Drow would be able to see in darkness. The fog will last only as long as she has energy or mana to keep it up. As soon as she is out of stamina/mana, the fog disperses.
Seir is immune to her own poison, leeching, and curses. If she steps on one of her runes, she will face the consequences.
She is particularly fast, but not heavy, hard hitting, or phenomenal at taking attacks, namely physical.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Sultry as her stilettos, Seir is a provocative and cunning woman. She is manipulative but not reckless. She is very efficient in what she does, who she uses, and how she uses them. Not a second is to be wasted- her time is precious. Confident is an understatement, Seir is proud and loves to flaunt what she knows holds value. Generally, she tends to be well paced and level-headed. Her words are eloquent, sugared, and loquacious. Sometimes, one can wonder if she speaks to tell or just to listen to her voice. It is a strong asset of hers. Perverse, selfish, and impish, it is difficult to pin note worthy positive traits to her. She is, in all senses, evil and entirely irredeemable.
She will always hold her perseverance over that of others.
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¯ ¯ ↘ From birth forward, nothing was perfect. Or at least, perfect enough. Being from the Verleisk bloodline, Seir was born with several silver spoons in her mouth. Her childhood was full of crimped hair, extravagant dresses, and petty high standard living. The family line was personally close to those in power, the reign of their monarch vampire. Seir was grown to show great respect to them and even felt a kinship to the bloodsuckers. Similar to her late mother, Seir was a particularly stellar performer. Her songs carried power as well as her voice. For the preponderance of her life, the singer was just that. A singer. She grew up with her voice and her bloodline to carry her to the top. She was a showgirl. Her face was known in entertainment for her skills. Burlesque clubs, operas, play, or painting, she came to her face through appearance. It turned her into a vain, shallow girl. To receive hundreds of letters daily from suitors begging her hand in marriage, to invitations for council with famous individuals of power, Seir was desired. She never wanted it to stop. Not once would she stand for losing her thrown. Forever, she wanted to be loved.
Centuries passed by in the satin laps of luxury before Seir encountered the flaw in her future. Like every star, she was destined to fade. The touch of age was falling upon her, reminding her of her mortality. Her face was beginning to crease, to her dismay. Immediately, she was thrown in a flurry of despair and madness. It set fast, her fear. Never before had she had reason to be afraid. She cried out, screaming to the sky. A maid had rushed into the chamber to meet the singer, to evaluate the danger and protect, as was her job. The only danger she found was Seir, in her crazed and ferocious state. She recognized the made, her youth, her gorgeous face... And grew feverishly jealous. How dare she be oblivious of her dilemma while she prances around in her youth!
She lashed out.
The maid lay in a puddle of her own gore as Seir realized her actions. There was no value for the life of others in her- only her own life. No guilt would touch her conscious. Almost as if destined, she crept upon the body and called upon the magic of her bloodline to assist her. Before then, Seir never had need to use magic or fight with it. The summoning was messy. Though her intent was to drain the life from her maid and to steal her youth, no such thing happened. She hadn't the training for it.
But Seir knew how she could get there.
With wit, charm, and a number of talented managers, Seir found herself filling the shoes of the backup singer to the Vampire King and Queen. The Highnesses were fond of their personal entertainment, and after an unfortunate accident to the lesser fabulous roles, the Drow was among their ranks. It was a matter of time until her looks and voice would knock the competition out of her way. She sang, danced, and performed her way to the top of the top. It was no easy feat- to be the lead singers to the King and Queen- but she would not rest until she was the star of perfection. The suitors that continued to flock her feet grew in number, despite her treacherous acts against them that never came to light. They became her test dummies. She would allow them to speak to her one at a time in secret, and when alone, she attack. She perfected the practice of life leeching off the men, women, and other individuals that sought her. Her poisonous clouds drank the life from them and replenished hers as she studied horrid tomes never meant to see light. Her youth was restored time after time and she refused to let it end. Centuries continued to run by and she remained the singer, charming the visitors of the King and Queen, as well as the performances they would hold for only the highest of Zeladis.
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¯ ¯ ↘ There was not one step that Seir took that the King and Queen were not aware of. It was silly to consider that perhaps her practices, her sharp magic, was in secret. She did her best not to cross them. They were aware. Background checks were made on anyone who stepped foot in their palace, of course. Servants watched guests, workers, and anyone who entered their domain. It was silly to think they didn't. When she received a message from the King and Queen themselves, she feared the worst. However, the worst was not to come. Not as she saw it, at least. After the former games, a loss for their nation, the King and Queen sought their champions. Among them, Seir. How could she deny?
This call to arms was more than a fight for the prize. It would be her fame. It would be the power of Zeladis to cover all the lands with it's clouds. She would be strong, she would be known, everyone would know of her. With that, she would have reign of an endless supply of lives to steal. With them, she would never age. Never die. She had until the next games to practice her already deadly spells and magic. Rightfully, she's earned her place as second in command.
And boy does she know it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 8:46 pm
↘ xxxx Kiri Lavellen xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Grey Fox ↤ 
"The extraordinary is not in who we are, but what we do."
I have been around for 977 years.
I am an elf and affiliated with Malandaia.
I am on team two as a fighter/scout.
Males suit my fancy more than females do.
I have a few nicknames.
Grey fox - Scarlet shadow
But I would rather you call me Kiri.
Links - to - Main battle theme
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¯ ¯ ↘ Weaponry and armor
- Dual elven-crafted daggers: The daggers are relatively unremarkable aside from the usual elven durability. They are enchanted to resonate with his unique magic though, allowing him to imbue elemental effects directly onto the blades.
- Combat spikes: They are pointed metal spikes roughly a foot in length designed for puncturing skin and armor. They can be used at close range or thrown like a projectile. For the latter use, he tends to carry about twenty with an extra two exclusively for close-range.
- Wires: Kiri also carries a few spools of highly durable wire for a variety of uses, such as traps, detection webs or as a garrote.
- Custom Light armor: Kiri's distinct outfit is both functional and fashionable. Elven crafted and enchanted to be as protective as more covering leather armor, including exposed skin. The only obvious exception is his face and head, of course. He often dons a matching cloak with the outfit, either for concealment or warmth depending on the situation. There are also pants and boots not shown in the image, the pants actually designed to expose his outer thighs and the same enchantment still applies.
Powers and abilities
- Elven agility and longevity.
- Stealth mastery and mastery of the assassination arts.
- Elemental sigil magic: Unlike most elves, Kiri practices a unique form of magic that lets him create sigils of the six magical elements, fire, water, earth, wind, light and shadow. A single sigil has little power, such as a fire sigil only able to function as a torch alone, but by combining several in different arrangements their power can increase exponentially. Said arrangements require a hand gesture, so if his hands are kept busy he cannot cast them effectively.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri is a rarity among elves in that he actively wanted to explore the world and the people that lived in it, driven by a curiosity that continues to this day. That said, he is more worldly for the time and he has some knowledge of other cultures. On a personal level he is rather polite and kind, if a bit distant when discussing himself. He cares for his allies and his friends, but it is heavily recommended you do not threaten them in front of him. His wrath is best described as a tranquil fury that very, very few people have survived.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's history is largely unknown prior to his wanderings, including who began training him in the skills he currently has. He completed the training on his own during his travels and refined his skills even further, but the source is still a mystery. This is less a matter of him not talking about it and more the fact that it does not seem to come up in conversation or he never gets a chance to answer.
Aside from that, Kiri has a rather... distinct reputation, though it is mostly under his title, The Grey Fox. Early in his travels he discovered a knack for slipping in and out of places unseen and to make coin he posted vague ads for those who would be interested. He was careful to keep his face unseen and would often communicate by written notes when meeting a client. Even so, as an elf he had a natural allure and several clients tried to offer more for a chance to see his face at the very least. He always declined.
He kept up with it until he stopped taking petty clients and worked his way into having more... respectable ones. The items he was asked to retrieve weren't in people's homes, but in ruins or dangerous areas that only someone of his skill had a chance of infiltrating. The rumors of him lingered a bit too long and his race was implied to be one of the more long-lived ones, though no one could figure out which.
This led him to change his services and his title to the Scarlet Shadow and specializing in the... removal of unwanted persons. He kept his more upscale contacts, though the work eventually became too political for his tastes. He changed his services a third time, now exclusively working as a private monster hunter while publicly considered an adventurer of sorts.
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¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's entry to the games was a bit... tricky, to say the least. Both of his titles were heavily sought after, but no one knew who the person was behind them. He entered Malandaia's tournament and quickly won a mysterious series of forfeits followed by a single, overwhelming victory over his final opponent. His skill in stealth made it all too easy to find out who he'd be fighting next, track them down, then scare them into forfeiting the match. There was technically nothing in the rules against it, though he let the last match play out to show he had skill and wasn't just lucky.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 4:42 pm
↘ xxxx Kaia Makara Ironclaw xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ The Lost Lioness ↤ 
"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."
I have been around for twenty-five years.
I am a werelion and affiliated with Zeladis.
I am on team three as a player.
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¯ ¯ ↘ As the rest of my family, I can turn into a large lion. My bite will turn others into my kind if they are compatible. If not, it will likely kill them. I am also skilled with a sword. From a young age, I practiced with one until I was considered deadly with it. I also carry a dagger on me. It's hidden under my clothing.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I was born to wealthy parents who ruled over a sizable pride of werelions. As their oldest daughter, I was to inherit their holdings and position in the pride. But that of course can't happen now for I left Malandaia and became a servant of the Zeladian crown. How does one such as myself fall that far you ask? I fell in love. I was going to get married in secret to a drow that I cared for very much. He was my everything. But my family felt differently about him. They wanted me to wed a strong and respectable werecat to rule alongside me. But my mind was made.
The night of our wedding, my to be husband was found dead. A cup had fallen from his grasp which led me to believe he was poisoned. My family would never admit it but I fully believe that it was my parents who had him murdered. At once, I began to search for a way to bring him back. I couldn't bear the thought of living my life without him by my side. After searching and searching, I found a sorcerer that claimed he could bring anyone back from the dead. I contacted him at once. Then, I was off to Zeladis.
The sorcerer's magic wouldn't come cheap. I had to give up my freedom in order to save my beloved. Though the price was high, I paid it in a heartbeat. Anything to give back the life that was stolen from my love. The sorcerer took some of my blood and placed it into a pendant. Then, he completed the spell. Some time after, I had realized that the pendant held power over me. The sorcerer, when wearing it, could command me to do what he wished. It could have been worse I guess. He just had me doing busy work around his house.
My beloved and I were happy for a time. He stayed with me in Zeladis while I worked for the sorcerer. But, he began to want more. Eventually, he found himself to be miserable, tied to a woman who was bound to serve someone else for the rest of her life. I watched his state worsen and worsen until one day he didn't come back to me. I never saw him again. Words cannot describe the pain this caused me. But eventually, my pain turned into a malice that burned inside me for years. How dare this man leave me after I sacrificed everything for him?
After discovering how good I was with a sword, the sorcerer sold me and my pendant to the royal army. There, my skills were further honed. In a couple of years, I was placed among the most elite warriors of Zeladis.
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¯ ¯ ↘ My commander recommended me to the king and queen for participation in the games. Since the sorcerer's pendant controlled me, I would be the perfect pawn. The leader of team three currently holds the pendant. If worn, the leader may command me to do anything within my power.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 6:14 pm
↘ xxxx Mana xxxx ↙|_________________________________________________|↣ The Gentle Destroyer ↤  "When lost in utter darkness, there is nothing left but forwards." I have been around for twenty seven years. Um, I'm a human, mostly, I think... or at least I was. Currently I fight for Malandaia. I'm taller... and heavier... than I should be for my build... Um. I stand at 7'7" and weigh 237 lbs... I am on team two as a destroyer... I hit things hard. I'm a female... I hope that would be obvious. Who do I like? Um... I can go... both... ways...  At Rest - To Battle - Awakened Blood↣ A b i l i t i e s▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
¯ ¯ ↘ Weapons and Armor
The Breaker - Um, um, I was given this hammer back when I was thirteen. It's really heavy. I have to be careful where I set it down. If I lean it against a wall, it can break the wall. Anyways, It's a big war hammer, very heavy, very strong, Indestructible even. No one else I have met can even lift it. It lets me break the ground with a tremendous roar if I want to. It has lots of magic and enchantments in it, but no one knows what they are, well except one of them, but I'll get to that later. Anyways, simply put, it is a big, incredibly heavy, indestructible hammer.
Plate mail - My armor is just normal old plate mail. Well... um, mostly. It has been enchanted to withstand the stress I can put on it, so I don't accidentally break it if I start raging... or you know... grow spontaneous wings. Which I guess counts as stress... Um, It's not indestructible though... at least, not to my knowledge.
¯ ¯ ↘ Powers and Abilities
Master of Arms - So... While I am most comfortable with my hammer and fists, I can use any weapon really well, at master level at least... But, unless they are indestructible like my hammer, my strength will probably break them... Sorry...
Titantic Strength - I am strong, very strong. It gets me in trouble. I can knock a house down, a sturdy house too, not some ramshackle peasant cottage. I don't think I could knock an entire fort over... maybe a wall, if I used my hammer, and hit it hard enough.
Titanic Fortitude - I am good at taking hits. I can take a lot of hits and not care much. Physical damage just doesn't seem to bother me. Magic is a problem though. I resist it a bit better than humans would, but not much.
Combat Reflexes - I am not very fast... but I can be agile. I had to fight for a long, long time during my... training. I have good reflexes, and above average speed and agility, but only slightly.
Chimeric Rage - Um... due to my... unique... upbringing, I have the blood of dozens of magical creatures in my veins, at the least. It was to create a 'perfect warrior'. Feh... Anyways, in times of battle, sometimes the blood takes over, not very often, but it happens. I become... dangerous... emotionless... a killer. I can and will kill any who stand before me without distinction while in such a rage... Please... be careful of me.
Chimeric Form - When I have taken a great deal of damage, sometimes I lose control a bit more than usual. The blood in me starts to take over, altering my body, I can grow claws, fangs, wings, tails, scales, and more. Such transformations are random, I have no control over them, so sometimes they are useless. Some though can be useful in the right circumstances.
The Dying Dragon - This is the only magical ability I have, otherwise I am incapable of using any magic. This magic comes from The Breaker, not me. Anyways, should I desire, I can smash the ground with my hammer, causing the earth in the immediate area to shake and split. From the splits geysers of molten lava and burning stone erupt forth. The name of the attack comes from the sound it makes, which I have been told sounds almost exactly like a dying dragons roar.
Maelstrom - Um... I am not sure if this is an ability, but I am proud of it because I made it myself so I will list it here. Um, I swing The Breaker in a massive arc, and let the weight and momentum of the swing pull me into a rapid spin. At that point I spin in place kind of like a maelstrom of metal, which is where the name came from. I spin really fast, fast enough that coming close while I am spinning is almost impossible. Doing so will result in having your bones shattered... if you are lucky. I can't keep up the spin for too long though, so much force and momentum is a strain even on my body.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I... I don't like conflict... Conflict is bad, but fighting is all I can do... I am good at fighting, People say I become emotionless and brutal in combat. I don't know, I remember fighting, but I scarcely remember what I think when I fight. Maybe I am emotionless and brutal when I fight... I don't like thinking of that, I would rather just be friendly and kind... I like being gentle, then I can play with animals, I like animals, they don't judge me for what I am... Oh, right, we are talking about me yes? I like to think I am kind, and helpful, and friendly. I certainly hope I am at least... Oh... Siel says I am far too timid... I guess that is due to my lack of experience with the real world. Angry people are scary, and sometimes when I make a mistake it makes me cry.
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¯ ¯ ↘ I... Need to talk about my past? Can we not, please? I don't want to... No? I... I really have to? Alright... I guess I can talk. I won't like it thought, it makes me sad... Ok, I'll start where I remember. I do not remember where I come from. I remember wandering around a town, it was a mean place, a poor place, for the most part. There was a small section of the town that was rich, with big houses and people who could afford anything they wanted. I lived on the edge of that part of town. Maybe my family lived in one of those big houses, maybe I could have had a happy, peaceful life... free of fear... free of want. I never had a chance to have that life... or maybe I did, for a short time. I was six at the time, I don't know why I remember that, when funny men came by. They said some words I couldn't understand, and then I wasn't in town, I wasn't anywhere I remembered, I was in what was to become a living hell, a nightmare.
I was taken, though I knew this not at the time, by a group working, I think, for Zeladis, I could be wrong, they never let on who they worked for, but someone had to have funded them, it was a large operation, and the men were not fighters, so they had to have outside help to supply them with the dangerous creatures and magical blood used in their experiments. Yes, I was an experiment... Me and a number of other children. We were all taken from... somewhere. Then changed. At the time, we knew nothing about what was happening to us. Now I know what was happening to us however. The injections we were given... the magic we were bathed in... It was all to make us the ultimate warriors, the perfect weapons. We were injected with the blood of many magical creatures, and bathed in the essence of their magic, an effort to cause us to absorb and consume to the powers the creatures naturally contained. Twenty three children were taken for the experiment, of all of them, only I survived to the end of the procedures. At the time however, I was not told that, I was simply told the others had finished their treatment, and had been sent away. I remember the pain the treatments caused us, as if my body was tearing itself apart from the inside out, then stitching itself back together with barbed wire, which is not unlike what was happening in my body. Such is what occurs in the creation of creatures like myself.
I was thirteen when they told me the treatments were finished, and they sent me away, sending me to a new facility. They presented my hammer to me when I arrived, a relic of ages past, and gave me one order, survive. Thus began three years of fear, pain, agony, and hatred. I have never hated anyone so much as the researchers and 'doctors' who were always watching me, monitoring me as I fought for my life every hour of every day of my life for those grueling three years. I had no opportunity to try and fight back, for as much as I hate conflict, the men and women at the facility, in charge of the travesty that created me, deserved to be condemned to the worst of agonies, and I would have slain them gladly given the chance, which, one day, arrived in the form of a small mercenary woman named Siel. Siel had somehow discovered the facility, and to find this one is was clear she had found the original facility I was in as well, which likely meant it was destroyed. However, the facility had been designed to contain the monstrosity I had become, and as such Siel found herself in a bit deeper than she expected. However, her intrusion gave me the opportunity I needed, they were too preoccupied to be watching me, so I fell upon the distracted guards with the combined wrath of all the monsters who lived in my blood.
After the chaos ended, Siel took me with her, rescuing me from the hell I had always been stuck in, giving me a place to belong, a family of sorts, a place I could call home. For eleven years since I remained with Siel, where she went, I went. We made our living as a pair of mercenaries, I put aside my dislike of combat for Siel's sake. But nothing can last forever. Siel was injured during a job, seriously enough she can no longer do mercenary work. She told me the games were beginning soon, and that she had planned to have me try and enter. I decided to honor that desire, and entered the tournament in Malandaia, where we currently resided, to earn a spot on the team for the games.
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¯ ¯ ↘ The tournament was a bit too easy honestly. I didn't have a single hard match. Siel told me not to use my hammer though, she said I would kill too many of my opponents, and I didn't want to do that. She had me train on holding back, so I wouldn't accidentally break things, like necks, and skulls. That would have been bad. Anyways, none of my matches were really difficult, though my last match was a scary looking person, he was... different. A berserker maybe? Anyways, due to the way he was acting, I might have overreacted when I hit him... I think I might have broken something. He didn't die though! That's good... right? Anyways, after that I dropped out, afraid I would kill someone, but apparently the higher ups learned that not only was I holding back, but I was holding back while fighting unarmed against armed opponents... so they put me on the team.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 8:38 pm
↘ xxxx Royce Roulette and Dante Virgils xxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________| ↣ Dawn Embracing the Night ↤  
"I had my chance to love, and was fortuitous enough to be loved in return. I cannot take that chance away from you.”
“But I took everything from you! How can you still show me such kindness?!”
I have been around 836 years. Though only the past 24 have been spent fused.
I am a phantom possessed Phoenix and affiliated with Malandaia.
I am on team two as a player
I am Male.
I am interested in Females.
   
Dante Virgil’s Theme | Royce Roulette’s Theme | Battle Theme
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¯ ¯ ↘ Though their bodies have become fused Royce remains as the primary person controlling their new hybrid body. Their powers being the amalgamation of a Phoenix and Vampire’s both at diluted quantities. During the day his Phoenix based powers of magic are significantly stronger while at night his vampiric powers and reflexes are heightened. It is currently unknown what will happen to the pair the next time Dante’s phoenix body must be reborn. Though Royce is the dominant spirit in control occasionally Dante will step in taking control of the body to get him out of particularly rough situations. Given that his body is no longer vampiric he does not suffer from damage in the sun though turquoise and wood are both still quite harmful. The same is said too of both onyx and frigid attacks, while not as harmful they still do more than normal amounts of harm to the unusual hybrid. The weapon of choice for the pair is a long ornate sword that once belonged to Royce before he was mortally wounded.
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¯ ¯ ↘ When Royce is the primary soul in command of the body his actions are a bit more self-centered, he is charming and complimentary though one with a sharp mind can see his smile hides proverbial fangs… and literal ones. He is prideful and cunning, though is not without kindness and generosity. While his cold vampiric instincts drive him to be tactful and domineering, a silver tongued devil wrapped in black velvet Dante’s more calm kind spirit softens the vampire’s cold heart. When Dante is in control he is far more reserved, treating all life as sacred. Though he never intentionally kills in combat Royce’s darker tendencies have pushed the phoenix to go farther than he ever thought he would.
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¯ ¯ ↘ It depends on which of us you are asking. We were once two now conjoined through an act of desperation and kindness. My name is Dante Virgils I was once of the Phoenix race. My life began as did the few others I am able to call kin. A birth of fire and a flash of life. Throughout my life I have experienced much, adventure, passion, heart ache, sadness, regret, joy, and happiness. Through it all I would change nothing even the decision that left me as I am now. To recount the entirety of my life would be quite the undertaking and I fear I would bore you with exposition of an old bird’s life. To make this more concise I shall address the last few decades alone. I was nearing the end of my eighth cycle of rebirth. Though my body was just shy of fifty years or so from the rapid aging process. I found myself in a small hamlet unsullied by the world. By this time my mind and body had grown powerful and I was able to mask my true self rather well. However hidden amongst the people was a true treasure. A woman, Aria, whose kindness and voice stole away my heart from all others. We became close and soon found ourselves spirited away in our life together. Aria tended to the wounded who occasionally wandered through the village while I used my magic to fend off those who came to spoil the tranquility these innocent people had worked tirelessly to maintain. One day he fell upon the dirt road. A man draped in a black cloak a wooden shard plowed deep into his abdomen, his skin pale as snow and hair as dark as the night sky. Though my worries plagued my mind Aria would not hear of them. We cannot turn away someone so in need of our help! With reluctance and a heavy heart I helped her get him into our home. As she attempted to remove the wood lodged within his chest the man suddenly awoke and in a display of skill alien to any human he lunged at Aria slamming her into the ground while he bit into her throat. In panic Aria tried to pull away but only succeeded in driving the wood into the man’s chest deeper. As she did so his onslaught ceased. His body grew limp as he collapsed into a heap on the floor while my wife’s blood stained the wooden planks we had placed ourselves. I held her in my arms her eyes filling with tears as she gently stroked my face. She could not speak though I knew her words. As her spirit faded from this world one still lingered.
Nearly three decades later I could feel my body growing weaker, the time of my rebirth was at hand. For many years I had felt a chill that followed me, and it wasn’t until his powers grew that I could finally see. A faint silhouette of the man who took my wife from me standing in the doorway of our home. His words were hushed whispers of the wind that I could not make out. As the days went by he remained. Ever present in my home though no trouble he caused. Merely the observer who occasionally could flick the candles to life or drop a wooden spoon to the floor. As the time for my rebirth finally approached I lay on the floor of my old home where my wife and I shared our final moments. I smiled softly as my wrinkled hands felt the warmth of the wood. Though our time had been short it was those short years of bliss that made an eternity well worth living. I looked to my old house guest proposing a deal. “I know not your story, or how you came to our lands. Yet here you stay to watch over my home every day without rest… My time is nearly gone, but there is much I wish to show you, a life truly worth living.” Dante was unsure if this would work but he was willing to try. As his body began to burn he asked the ghost to take his hand with silent grace the spirit enveloped the burning body of Dante and both were reduced to ash.
As the sun rose so too did Dante. In the flames his house had burnt to the ground, in the middle of the soot and ash however curled on the floor was the body of a man. In possessing him just before his reincarnation Dante and Royce’s spirits both assumed control of Dante’s body, while some features remained such as Dante’s fiery red hair and tall build Royce’s dark roots and pale skin revealed the amalgamation of the two. With Dante’s spirit recovering his mind remained dormant, and Royce’s now fused to a body it did not recognize had lost the multitude of his memories to the flames. The pair now stand as a singular hybrid. As the years past Dante’s spirit grows stronger and can now communicate with Royce, even managing to resume his phoenix like form for brief periods of time. But with the fusion came benefits and sacrifices. While the powers of both remain they are diminished on both fronts. No longer in a vampire body Royce is unaffected by sunlight, though wood and turquoise still damage his form. His vampiric senses and blood lust have also been dulled. Dante’s phoenix based transformations and magic are still weak though growing stronger with every passing day. A child of night and a bringer of light now fused in an attempt for a second chance at life, though unorthodox Dante still lives by the words he once did. “She never needed a reason to help people, and neither did I.”
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¯ ¯ ↘ Shortly after our reincarnation we began to explore the world. With fresh eyes unfamiliar with the world and Dante’s spirit sleeping away in stasis Royce was free to explore and build a new identity for himself. With his new unusual mix of powers he was able to achieve relative fame merely for being an oddity. After a few decades Dante’s voice began to whisper in his mind giving him guidance which ultimately lead him to deciding to partake in the Maladaian tournament. It was here he and Dante used their conjoined power to win the tournament and cement their position on team two.
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