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Gaian Name: brocoli_apocolypse
Character's name: Ryoto
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Job Class: Thief
Alliegance (if any): chaotic neutral (does not have any sides, but everyone who is not himself is his enemy... especially those who are rich)
Description: Ryoto is a well-built but short man, making it easy for him to slip into small crevices or disappear in crowds. His only noting characteristic is his facial hair. Despite his ragged hair, his face is well-trimmed; he always has a goatee, which he is very proud of. Ryoto mostly wears what is known as peasant clothes, especially since the invention of technology, but that makes him all the more less important, so people do not notice him, making it easier for him to steal. On top of his peasant attire, Ryoto usually has some sort of hood, which he always wears up to cover his face...
History: Ryoto has been stealing ever since he was a child. When his parents died, Ryoto immediately left society and now roams the streets, taking what he can from others.
Equipment: Hand-gun, Earth drum, Gysahl Greens
Skills/spells: Pick-pocketing, Disguise, (is working on forgery...)



Gaian Name: waterbender2000
Character's name: Hearten Licta
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Job Class: Freelancer/ Chocobo Breeder
Alliegance (if any): Good
Description: Hearten has thick brown hair that falls down to his shoulders before stating to curl up toward his neck. He is a peasant and farmer. He works alongside his older brother, Nikatoy, in a Chocobo ranch. His parents said that once his brother married, Hearten would have to move in with his brother. His shirt is blue with a white-dyed-leather vest over it and matching pants. Normally if someone saw him he would be in the barn with a new born Chocobo named Romia for the city that his mother was bought from. Romia is from one of the many different families on the ranch.
History: He grew up on the farm since he was 10 and before then he lived in his parents’ house in Romia (r-om-E-a). He doesn't remember what happened at his old house in the large city for this reason: One day Hearten was riding a Chocobo. There was a river in the way and decide to turn back, but then a goblin shot a sling at his head and was saved by his best friend, Evala (E-vall-a), who found him drowning in the water. She killed the goblin and he couldn't remember back any further except the beautiful, young elf saving his life.

Evala lived in the farm next to him which was only about a mile down the stone path that connected them to civilization. Evala and Hearten had been friends since he started living at the ranch. But after his rescue he started liking her more. They became best friends and still remain so. During his times of worry she comforted him. When he was weak she healed him. She always came to Hearten’s ranch because she loved the Chocobo almost as much as he felt for them. Anytime one was giving birth or was sick she came immediately. These two were inseparable and of course, best friends.
Equipment: Leather vest, leather hat, mythril lance (a cool spear if you are unfamiliar with them), battle Chocobo (he often rides them into battle), long bow oak (if he is hunting or something)
Skills/spells: Pecking combo: Chocobo pecks the opponent continually five times then Hearten chucks the lance at the opponent and quickly grabs its back.

Advance: (ground attack, not on Chocobo) Gets closer to the enemy and does an attack that does more damage.

Flaming Arrow: (Ranged attack, can only do with bows) Boosts damage to ice and grass elements.



Gaian Name: CaressOfVenus
Character's name: Anima Beowulf
Race: Tealiakin
Sex: Female
Age: 29, looks younger because of well groomed fur.
Job Class: Assassin
Allegiance: Varies with pay
Description: Long, large ears protruding from the sides of her head, tips black shifting to red at the base. Her hair is long and curly, very distinguishable, seeing as how it nearly expands all about her head and shoulders. She has a lithe form, but a curve in the right place. She's usually seen in a silken or thin rubber body suit, depends on the job. She keeps her nails perfectly pointed, seeing as how they were her main weapons in her job. One thing she tends to greatly would have to be her extremely long and curly-furred tail. Though her eyes are an odd shad of blue which could easily turn a shade of purple when necessary.
History: A simple girl raised by her family, which was mainly in organized crime. She was taught many things, originally she was taught how to steal and get away with it. As she leveled up in ranks, she was taught more things, but at one point, she had gotten her mother caught by the good guys. At that point, the rest of her family could easily torture her, making her as cold as they could. She was finally released a year later, only to have her completely wipe out her family and one of the strongest anthro mobs in town. Now, she works as a hired assassin, a legal one that even the cops have purchased on a couple occasions. You pay the right price, you get her services. Of course on the side, she'll sing at clubs if no one hires her. (She hates it if you call her a cat, she is actually a fox; she will try to kill you off the clock if you call her a cat.)
Equipment: Her nails and maybe a few knives, usually depends on who she has to kill.
Skills/spells: Singing, body contortioning, and the ability of near utter silence when on the prowl.



Gaian Name: Kage-Darkmoon
Character's name: Kane Gaidian
Race: Half Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Job Class: Sorcerer/Overlord (wannabe)
Alliegance (if any): The Overlord of the world (self dubbed title)
Description: This lanky fellow stands near 5' 11'', With his sandy hair sweeping over his pale blue eyes, his ears are only slightly comes to a point...he appears to be nothing more then a fairly handsome man... He dress's in clothing that is utilitized to his personal style, and by personal style it means he could care less,his clothing while may be considered unworthy by the aristicotes of the land helps serves him, or so he believes upon any sort of journey. The only thing that may catch the eyes of anyone who gazes upon him is the silver emballed sword he carries upon him or the Slightly tatered cloak that upon closer inspection would be revealed as a elf's cloak (ff5...my favorite accessory!)
History: Kane grew up in slightly corrupted circimstances, His mother's chosen trade was the selling of ones body and so he never grew to know whatever human was his father. Growing up in such circimstance's one would think someone such as him would be corrupted by it, However his mother kept him away from where the bussiness was done in the hostel and instead he ended up playing out in the streets. At the age of 11 his mother began to teach him the arts of magick that the elves themselves were only privy too. After a year of instruction his mother on the verge of giving up upon her half-breed son discovered something remarkable at a inopperton moment. One of the customers of the hostel had decided in a drunken rage to beat several of the "goods" there. Kane was just about to head out into the streets to play, watching this man about to beat his mother and several of his "aunts" allowed some things to fall into place in the young boys mind. Grabbing his tiny steel dagger, the boy casted the spell fire, some of the patrons laughed at the young boy's attempts to stop the drunken man with "magick", they're laughter was short lived as the boy stabbed the drunkered and the spell in fact did go off as he was stabbed. The Hostel soon gained a name for not messing with the "goods" if you knew what was good for you, however Kane didn't care about all of that, he was glad that his mother was just safe and that she was happy for him. After several years had passed, the idea like all children of a certain age get, the idea to rule the world. At the age of 14 the idea was passed off as a normal childs thing. At the age of 19 however the idea was still firmly in Kane's head. Knowing however that most people wouldn't exactly cherish the idea of him trying to do this and would probally get him thrown in jail he started to train...at least what he called training, most bystanders who walked by considered it something odd, of course they also didn't understand that he was practicing channeling magicka through his blade. at the age of 25 when he considered himself almost ready for his quest, he found a lovely little club that had a number of singers with them, he enjoyed being at the club and relaxing that he attempted to gain a job there as a bouncer, however they threw him out laughing considering how he wasn't a huge barbarian like the other bouncer's they knew they'd end up in more trouble then it was worth. Soon after that however, a hitch in his "grand" plan occuried, his mother grew very ill, Staying by and helping her with in her time of need stopped his plan from going off...The Sickness that she had sadly lasted 3 years and she died shortly after 3 years of it. Upon her death bed she told Kane where 2 heirlooms she would like him to have were, a slightly tattered elvish cloak and a silver wrought longblade. He plans to leave soon, but before he does he plans on enjoying this last night in his home city with listening to the singers at the club...
Equipment: Leather Chestplate, Gloves, Silver Longsword, Elvish Cloak...(and all travelers bag of goodies, flint, tinder, some fishing line and a hook, and a belt knife)
Skills/spells:
Sword-Sorcery: By casting a spell, Kane infuses his blade with the magicka's from the said spell. While it will be continuesly discharged strike after strike, it will gradually weaken overtime, whether from constant use (5-15 strikes) or just over time period (45 minutes).
Bladesmanship: After constant plying with the sword, Kane feels a mastery over it as if it is nothing more then an extension of his own body...whether or not this implied skill is of Some use is yet to be seen.
Elvish Sense's: A slightly better account of hearing and sight compared to humans...yet due to his half-ness he doesn't enjoy it fully, a trained human will easily match him in these catagories...

Gaian Name: brocoli_apocolypse
Character's name: Ryoto
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Job Class: Thief
Alliegance (if any): chaotic neutral (does not have any sides, but everyone who is not himself is his enemy... especially those who are rich)
Description: Ryoto is a well-built but short man, making it easy for him to slip into small crevices or disappear in crowds. His only noting characteristic is his facial hair. Despite his ragged hair, his face is well-trimmed; he always has a goatee, which he is very proud of. Ryoto mostly wears what is known as peasant clothes, especially since the invention of technology, but that makes him all the more less important, so people do not notice him, making it easier for him to steal. On top of his peasant attire, Ryoto usually has some sort of hood, which he always wears up to cover his face...
History: Ryoto has been stealing ever since he was a child. When his parents died, Ryoto immediately left society and now roams the streets, taking what he can from others.
Equipment: Hand-gun, Earth drum, Gysahl Greens
Skills/spells: Pick-pocketing, Disguise, (is working on forgery...)

Gaian Name: CaressOfVenus
Character's name: Anima Beowulf
Race: Tealiakin
Sex: Female
Age: 29, looks younger because of well groomed fur.
Job Class: Assassin
Allegiance: Varies with pay
Description: Long, large ears protruding from the sides of her head, tips black shifting to red at the base. Her hair is long and curly, very distinguishable, seeing as how it nearly expands all about her head and shoulders. She has a lithe form, but a curve in the right place. She's usually seen in a silken or thin rubber body suit, depends on the job. She keeps her nails perfectly pointed, seeing as how they were her main weapons in her job. One thing she tends to greatly would have to be her extremely long and curly-furred tail. Though her eyes are an odd shad of blue which could easily turn a shade of purple when necessary.
History: A simple girl raised by her family, which was mainly in organized crime. She was taught many things, originally she was taught how to steal and get away with it. As she leveled up in ranks, she was taught more things, but at one point, she had gotten her mother caught by the good guys. At that point, the rest of her family could easily torture her, making her as cold as they could. She was finally released a year later, only to have her completely wipe out her family and one of the strongest anthro mobs in town. Now, she works as a hired assassin, a legal one that even the cops have purchased on a couple occasions. You pay the right price, you get her services. Of course on the side, she'll sing at clubs if no one hires her. (She hates it if you call her a cat, she is actually a fox; she will try to kill you off the clock if you call her a cat.)
Equipment: Her nails and maybe a few knives, usually depends on who she has to kill.
Skills/spells: Singing, body contortioning, and the ability of near utter silence when on the prowl.

"I am sorry! I didn't know!" Hearten pleaded as Evala sobbed endlessly in the barn. "How was I supposed to know you were religious?" The breeder had just insulted one of the many religions spread across the land. “I…” He was cut off by a high pitched scream. In the distance he heard propellers slowing down, and men chuckling. Hearten raced outside of the barn only to find the elf being dragged away by a man dressed in red and black, with a hat of black and a scull. Air pirates!

“Let go of her!” Hearten yelled as the man turned and loosened a sword from its sheath. He had an eye patch which had a dragon scull imprinted on it. “I said, ‘let her go’!” And he threw her back to his crew members who dragged Evala under deck.

“If it is a fight you want…” The pirate said unsheathing a sword much longer than Hearten had expected. It was probably four and a half feet long. “Then it’s a fight you’ll get, Matey!” Laughing, the pirate, that must be this ships caption, charged toward Hearten preparing to drop the blade upon the farmer’s head. As the blade started to fall Hearten quickly dodged it immediately picking up a pitch fork from the ground and holding it like a spear. This pitch fork was different from others for two main reasons. One: the points were sharp and the normally iron fork was really made of mythril.

As the pirate slashed with his sword, Hearten quickly trapped the blade between one of three points on the fork. As the older man began to lift the heavy sword, an idea hit the Chocobo rancher. Soon as the sword was right above the pirate’s head, Hearten spun around and quickly hit where the chest and the stomach met (and made a curve point [I don’t know what that part of you body is called]) with the shaft and the man crumbled to the ground in pain from the hard blow.

Hearten spun the pitch fork around, points to the pirates neck and said, “I have a few questions… and demands…”

Kane sat there leaned back drowsed in the song, with a smile at its ending. He politly clapped along with everyone else. Well that explains all of that cheering apparently. And shes not bad looking as well, well that probally adds to her charm or whatever shes going for. Kane raised his hand to catch the eye of one of the waiter's that were wanderering around. "i'd like another tonic." he said as he gave the waiter the coins for it. Kane turned back to the stage as she stepped off. I wonder if thats all of tonights entertainment...

The band simply played tunes that had no music, mainly jazz. Anima easily slipped through the thinning crowd. She made it to the back of the room as she looked about. Her ears were flicking about violently, she could sense something wrong. Someone had a dark aura eminatting from them. Her eyes shifted to a light purple as she focused onto the aura, seeing from a guy. She smirked quickly making it to the waiter, "Can you make that a double?" She watched the waiter nod before she next across from the man at the booth, "And what brings someone like you to my bar?" It wasn't really hers, but she was the one who brought the customers in.

Anima's left ear flicked forward as she leaned over the table slightly, "Obviously you weren't listening to the announcer..." She picked up her glass, sipping slightly on the drink. She moved her other hand, running her fingers through her cheeck fur. Her tail rested next to her as her eyes shifted towards blue as she noticed his eyes, "I am Anima..."