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Name: Zayra
Gender: F
Race:Shadow Demon
Side: Neutral but she sides more with the Demons, it depends on her mood andwhat is better for her at the moment.
Weapons/Powers: Power over the shadows and darkness.Here’s a full view of one of her favorite weapons. Zayra and her weapon. She can use her powers to change it to different forms of weapons her liking. She is also a shapeshifter.
Appearence: Zayra She has a true demon form also, but she prefers this form over the other one.
Bio:She was born into a family of shadow demons, once they were a well known and rich family. But her father’s enemies had gotten the better of them and ruined their reputation, which caused her family to lose their gold and riches. So by the time she was born, they were in the lowest of ranks and in poverty. So when she became of age, wanting to have as close to a lavish lifestyle. She became a servant/assassin type of demon, doing the jobs of higher ranking demons and high magical beings, which were of too little importance for them to do themselves, but still needed to be taken care of.

"Isaiah...Isaiah...!" At the sound of his name, a young man in his early twenties poked his head out of a piece of wreakage. However, he had to duck back inside as Seema tumbled past. She coughed and groaned once, getting herself into a crouch. "Is it gone?" Her brother's shoulders shook with suppressed amusement. "Isaiah- just tell me if it's gone, ok?"

"There's nothing there- Seema, have I told you lately that you've lost what little sanity you had?" He grinned, shaking his head in mock sorrow. "Must be the heat. You're seeing things."

Seema's blue eyes sparkled with amusement, though her scowl was severe. "Don't tease- this is serious!"

Name: Felena Moorden

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Side: Human

Weapons/Powers: Magic Sceptor (Begeleide), Katana (Vergift), Various Ninjutsu (Basics, Wind Elemental, Flower Based).

Appearence:



More often than not, without the cloak.

Bio: A murderer by trade, but more particularly for the hell of it, Felena Moorden is the descendant of a perverse family legacy of enriching the world by dealing out death, and although strange to the outside, unknowing individual, Felena's fight to save mankid is completely coherant with her ideals. Felena is a master swordsman, Wind Caller, and enlightened botanist. Felena loves wine and "maninizing." She hates horses.

Zayra stood silently, slightly leaning against a large oak tree. Her eyes glowed a piercing red, her own dark aura resonating far beond her arms length.
She let out a small sigh as she brough up her bloody weapon to her lips. A small smirk on her face as she licked some off.
"mmm...its always best after a killing..." she smiled lightly, bringing her weapon down and transforming it into a braclet, winding itself up close to her shoulder.
Takeing in a few breaths her aura dissapated,her eyes changing to a calming, deep purple. She looked past the forest to a clearing, a few bodies bloodied up and dead(of course) laying there.
She sighed shaking her head," The things humans will do for power."
She had been summoned by an inconcederate human, whom sent her out on a kill for people he feared. Sighing she lifted a hand, a large shadow appearing before her, a cloaked man apearing in its place.
He looked to her," Is it done?"
She looked to him evilly, gracing a bow," Yes m'lord."
she motioned twords the clearing up ahead, the man giving a relieving smile.
She looked up to him,standing up straight," Now our bond is broken-"
"But I still have things for you to do." He smirked slyly.
She gave him a death stare," I wish no longer to be tied with a wreched human like your self. Try and connect a bond again, and I shall kill you." she smirked," Maybe I should kill you now to save the time..."
He backed away," No that is ok, no more bond."
She smirked," Good."
With that she sent a forceful blast of energy twords him, sending him off and away to wherever he wished. Slightly exasted she sat down, and looked up to the sky. Shadow creatures appeared out of her own shadow, the imps surrounding Zayra protectivly as she rested.
" Some times a wonder why I am put through the trials a go through..." She ran her fingers through her long sleek hair,letting it fall in her face as she closed her eyes.
((yay for long intros! blaugh ))

Walking along a well worn path, Ryder trudged along towards...towards... well he wasn't really walking towards anything because there wasn't anything to go to. So he just decided to keep walking. That's when he smelt the scent of fresh blood. Silently he followed his nose until he was at the edge of a small clearing with bodies all around. Looking around with observant eyes, Ryder saw a demon leaning on an oak tree, a few imps guarding her. Crouching low, he decided to watch her from the bushes...

( sweatdrop Yay, long posts.)

"I'm going out- we're running low on supplies. You stay put. Don't summon anything for a bit- you'll wear yourself out, y'know?" Isaiah put on his coat and picked up a long broadsword with a crooked grin. "See ya, Seema."

She rolled her eyes and contented herself with munching on jerky. He never trusted her, but at least they were surviving alright. Breaking even, if nothing else.

Her fingers touched a can of peaches that they'd saved. It was something they both loved, and rather scarce for hiding humans nowadays. But Isaiah was magic that way- maybe just lucky. Seema gasped as she heard a yell not far off. She peeked out in time to see her brother ripped apart. A pack of hellhounds fed noisily on his remains as Seema started to scream. Two of the five turned towards her and eagerly bounded her way. Seema's fear fueled the summoning of two identical light creatures. They appeared to be birds- long necks, long legs, curved beaks of raptors. Beautiful and terrible, they threw their intangible bodies at the beasts and tore at their dark, rotted flesh ruthlessly. "Isaiah!" Seema's summons vanished as she dropped to his side. There was no life in his twisted form, but she couldn't believe he was gone. So fast...so sudden..."Don't leave me here alone...Isaiah..."

Oh s**t! Ryder thought to himself. His eyes widened a little under his ragged cloak, surprised that she had seen him. Hesitating slightly, he walked out into the open, still tense for an attack. Answering her question he responded with a grin, "I'm both shy AND afraid to approach a pretty lady such as yourself." His eyes turned crimson for a moment and then went back to normal. However, in that moment, Ryder 'noticed' the flawlessness of the girl's skin, her flowing purple hair, and her darkly beautiful eyes...