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Mars

Revenge is a heavy burden to carry.

(Marz)

Name: Mars
Nickname(s): None
Species: Concept Draculi
Gender: Male
Occupation:
Size:  (S)
Level: 39
Posts: 191
Diet: Piscivore/Sanguivore
Offense: 49/100
Defense: 48/100
Precision: 40/40
Endurance: 63/100
Speed: 62/100
Fame: 40/40
AP: 45/110
Element: Dark
Traits
Battle
Dark Heart, Elusive Foe, Creeping Shadows, Deepening Darkness, Combat Endurance, Extended Claws, Lunge, Sharp Vision
Passive
Acclimation - City Dweller, Cave Dweller, Forest Dweller
Healing - Disease Immunity, Bone Mender
Magic - None
Personality - [s]Malevolent, Adaptable, Wanderlust, Loyal
Physical - Human Form, Human Speech, Night Vision, Evasive, Dash, Padded Paws, Prehensile Tail, Aerodynamic
Social – Independent

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None

Human Form: Subeta
Art: Chibi by Krypto
Other: My oldest (used and developed) character, he's gone through many character revamps.
About: A strange thing about Mars is that he hardly ever eats of sleeps. He has no need to, as he is a concept creature. The only time he eats and sleeps is when he is around others so they will feel more comfortable. He is actually from another dimension, transported here through some sort of magic spell and bound to another. When he didn't give the information he was supposed to the one he was bound to had him cast out with another spell. Once free of the other body, Mars was able to survive, even out in the desert. He met another out there and learned how to live with a body once again.

Mars is a very proud draculi who has a streak of regret. He regrets are simple things, such as things he has done or things he hasn't. Or wishing he could take back a mean comment. He is also mature, silent and somewhat mellow to those he meets. However, he has a need for revenge that simmers just beneath the surface, waiting to strike. But he tries to keep it under control, afraid he'll hurt someone he loves. The fierce hatred he harbors is for one being only, the one who ripped him from his home and then cast him out like yesterday's garbage. He also tends to feel guilt easy and carries past mistakes on his shoulders, hence why he is hesitant to track down his enemy and exact his revenge.

He has been on quite a few adventures, and has developed into a good fighter. His hidden rage helps to fuel the flames when in the heat of battle, spurring him on to finish it. He joined the Purine army with the hopes of fighting for 'good', even with the battle raging inside him.

History:
Into the Cave - Running from Him - A Burning Quest - Finding the Squall - Training - More Training - In the Darkness (Training) - Rediscovering Myself

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Scribbles

Great prices to pay.

(Skrih-bles)

Name: Scribbles
Alias(es): None
Species: Venom Draculi
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: tektek again
Art: Scribbles Das Tier by Kodia
Other: None
About: Scribbles started out as a petty thief with a greed for the finer things in life. His home life wasn't ideal, and as soon as he was eighteen he left his drunken father. There never was a mother in his life. There was never anyone to teach him right from wrong. He skipped school, and on the days he actually went he was usually intoxicated or high. He hated the institution and dropped out when he was sixteen with a signature from his dad.

From there he became a master thief, but it wasn't enough. He wanted power; he wanted control. After hearing of Dark Magic from a fellow thief, the young man set about to finding out how to work it. If done right, he could have the power to control a spirit from another world. Quite on accident, he stumbled upon Marge, a Dark Magician from the Tengel Rainforest. She helped him conjure this spirit, but things didn't go as planned.

The spirit they had conjured and bound to him was strong willed. It didn't like to tell Scribbles what he wanted to know, and often the voice didn't want to do what Scribbles wanted to. So he wen back to Marge, this time paying a great price: that of his soul. When he died, his soul would go to the Dark Magician to fuel her power. After shaking on it, he was free of the voice and spirit. The spirit itself, Mars, was cast hundreds of miles away into the Wilt'no Desert where Scribbles hoped it would fade away or die.

He doesn't know it still lives and wants him dead, but he doesn't care. He has other things to worry about, like living out the rest of his life without any Dark Magic. He worries about Marge, but knows she will be patient. He has an apartment in the Slums and works at the bar below. He also works on commissions, supplementing his income with the money he gets from stealing, threatening and anything else his client would want him to do.

History:
None

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Kane

Broken but still good.

(Kain)

Name: Kane
Nickname(s): None
Species: Clockwork Yonyuu
Gender: Male
Occupation: Humble Servant
Size:  (M)
Level: 20
Posts: 95
Diet: Silicivore
Offense: 29/100
Defense: 19/100
Precision: 32/40
Endurance: 29/100
Speed: 50/100
Fame: 21/40
AP: 30/110
Element: Metal, Air
Traits
Battle
Flyby Attack, Wingstorm, Metal Plating, First Initiative, Shrapnel, Powerful Jaws, Lunge, Blindsense, Soundproof
Passive
Acclimation - Cave Dweller, Terrain Traveler
Healing - Disease Immunity, Life Transfer
Magic - None
Personality - Explorer, Intellectual, Yes-Man
Physical - Aerodynamic, Night Vision, Cyborg, Keen Scent, Extended Life Span, Human Form, Chatterbox
Social – Tracker, Klutz, Call of the Wild

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None

Human Form: Subeta
Art: None
Other: None
About: Kane isn't sure what he is. But his instruction manual says that he is a cyborg experiment (gone wrong). He was programmed to follow directions, to obey. Something went haywire in his system, the electrical circuity was somehow damaged. He began to think completely for himself, developing a personality to go along with the body.

He doesn't remember ever being born, just simply awakened. He must have had a life before, but he can't remember it. Kane's body is mostly fur, muscle and bones, but parts of him are entirely mechanical. Like all four of his legs, wings, jaw, ears, tail and part of his rib cage. His brain is biological, but part of the metal mask on his face is connected to it, enabling him to be programmed (if it worked correctly). He goes about his life methodologically, and he takes his time doing whatever. Since he doesn't seem to have a short lifespan, he enjoys the little things and doing things slow. If he did things fast, where would that leave him?

Being mechanical, he is not able to die a natural death. The machines whirring inside him keep him alive all the time, and the only subsistence he needs are rocks and other minerals. For some reason, consuming them fuels him.  Kane has been around for some time, and can't remember exactly when he came to be. He remembers a simpler time, without all the gadgets there are in today's world. But it must have had some technological advances, because Kane is quite advanced himself.

Learning of the war was revolutionary for Kane, because he wanted to die. Maybe he'd finally be over, after his indefinitely long lifespan. Deciding for the Purine cause simply because he liked the color better, Kane throws himself into battle without a second thought.

History:
Deadman Walking - Demon Escapes - Training - More Training

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Ares

Fought my way to the top, now it doesn't even matter.

(Airs)

Name: Ares
Nickname(s): None
Species: Original Spectrakuhna
Gender: Male
Occupation: Street Fighter
Level: 25
Posts: 121
Diet: Piscivore/Carnivore
Size:  (S)
Level: 25
Posts: 121
Offense: 40/100
Defense: 25/100
Precision: 40/40
Endurance: 34/100
Speed:  48/100
Fame: 33/40
AP: 35/110
Element: Light
Traits
Battle
Team Defense, Extended Claws, Lunge, Ray, Guerrilla Fighter, Veteran Mind, Blinding Blaze
Passive
Acclimation - Heat Adaptation, Jungle Dweller
Healing - First Aid
Magic - None
Personality - Adaptable, Charismatic, Inner Discipline, Focused,
Physical - Padded Paws, Human Form, Human Speech, Leaper, Pain Resistant
Social – Track Cover, Independent, Tracker

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None

Human Form: Subeta
Art: None
Other: Old Image
About: Ever since Ares was a child, he has been on his own. He doesn't remember his family, only roughing it on the streets, wondering where his next meal would come from. That is, until he found himself running with a gang of miscreants. They called themselves the Wolves, and they owned the streets. They decided who among the street riff-raff lived or died, and Ares was fortunate to become one of them.

After his first initiation, he was given part of the full bar-code tattoo he has today. The first line marked him as a member, but as he worked his was up the ranks he got more of the thick black lines. He was (still is) a powerful street fighter, his favorite weapon his claws, and when in human form, the knife he keeps in his boot. Ares doesn't speak of his days as a high ranked member of the Wolves. He also doesn't speak of how he lost his membership. It's all shrouded in mystery.

But he is the strong and silent type, never to but in unless needed. He is quite strong, and tends to be rather cheerful, despite his past. He would do anything to protect his friends, despite his past of only taking care of himself. Ares has never known love, nor has he the urge to do so. Yes, he loves and protects, but not in the romantic sense. He understands what love is, he just never thought much about it. His life has always been about surviving, and barely doing so sometimes. He hasn't ever had the time for fantasies about love.

When news of an upcoming war reached his ears, the fighter in him roared to life. There was still a part of him that missed the bloodshed, and he was rearing to get back into it. Because he spent his past years fighting rough on the streets, he wanted to try the side of the Purines. He'd heard good rumors about them, and put in his hat for them.

History:
Training - More Training - Risks of Thanks for Life Day! Extreme version!

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Cynthera needs a lot of revamping.

Cynthera

You underestimate me.

(Sin-thair-a)

Name: Cynthera
Alias(es):
Species: Observe Sabbit
Gender: Female
Occupation: Traveler/Goods Distributor
Size:  (S)
Level: 2
Posts: 5
Diet: Affectivore
Offense: 1/100
Defense: 5/100
Precision: 5/40
Endurance: 10/100
Speed: 10/100
Fame: 0/40
AP: 10/110
Element: Dark/Light
Traits
Battle - Dodge, Outmaneuvered, Spectral Strike
Passive  
Acclimation -
Healing -
Magic - Lifesense
Personality -
Physical - Dash, Keen Hearing, Leape
Social –
Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art:
Other:
About:

History:
Links to Past Roleplays

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Felicity needs a lot of revamping.

Felicity

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(Pronunciation)

Name: Felicity
Alias(es):
Species: Diamond Stargoyle
Gender: Female
Occupation: Traveler/Goods Distributor
Size:  (S)
Level: 2
Posts: 5
Diet: Silicivore
Offense: 6/100
Defense: 12/100
Precision: 6/40
Endurance: 18/100
Speed: 2/100
Fame: 11/40
AP: 10/110
Element: Earth
Traits
Battle - Tough Skin
Passive
Acclimation -
Healing -
Magic -
Personality -
Physical - Aerodynamic
Social –

Lineage: None
Lifemate: Mars
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Felicity was a wanderer before she met Mars in the desert. She went from place to place with her wooden cart, enjoying the sun and of the deserts and volcanoes she discovered. Her favorite places are the hot ones where she can soak up the sun.

She is a friendly person and would open her heart to anyone. She can be gullible, but is also tough. She is fearless and faithful to a fault, but also innocent and pure.

History:
Rediscovering Myself

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Beast

No one can love a monster like me.

(Pronunciation)

Name: Beast
Alias(es): The Beast, Master
Species: Smilokuhna
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: Will become a Smilokundra with Sad Exression.
About: Beast is a recluse. He hasn't left the castle in eight years, since the curse.

As a rather spoiled child, Beast grew up to be horribly demanding and rude to his servants, family and guests to the castle. He was cursed at the age of eighteen by a fairy named Deidra to be horribly deformed until he found someone to love him as he was. He has until his 28th birthday to break the curse and turn get rid of his deformity: large saber-cat sized canines and skeletal hands. Another component to his curse is that all serving members of his castle were transformed into wild beasts. They still have their own minds, but are trapped in bodies that sometimes don't behave as proper people would.

While the scars are ugly to look at, but not entirely repulsive, the beast within is what he must work past to get others to love him. The teeth are often a fear for guests (if he has any). He has a terrible temper, is self-centered and incredibly bossy and demanding. He is terribly insecure about his appearance and wears gloves to cover his hands and long sleeves to cover his arms. He tries to ignore his deformity, but feels like everyone is mocking him or staring whenever he is in contact with anyone.

Beast is not one to change his behaviors easily, and still treats the remaining servants with disrespect. He doesn't like to follow their advise, even if it is good.

If given the chance, Beast may learn to be gentle, or even kind and charming. But his time is running out.

History:
None

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Deidra

Is it a blessing or a curse? Only time will tell.

(Dee-drah)

Name: Deidra
Alias(es): None
Species: Mummy Kuhna
Gender: Female

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Deidra is a type of fairy who spends most of her time wandering around. She likes to observe, rather than act. While neither light nor dark, she has the gift of distributing blessings. Her blessings can be good or bad, depending on how she is treated. On her wanderings, she likes to take various forms, and depending on how she is treated will depend on if the blessing is a good one, or if it is actually a curse. While not intentionally mischievous in this way, she is able to determine a being's character by how they treat her: whether hag or maiden. Deidra cares a lot about who a person truly is, and a curse will often help a bad person on their way to become better. Good and bad are relative, of course. She may think something is terrible, while someone else may think the same thing is not so bad.

History:
None

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Rayures

Just look at me, I'm gorgeous.

(Dee-drah)

Name: Rayures
Alias(es): None
Species: Achromic Taigra
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Rayures is the head of the serving crew in Beast's castle. He is a rather up-beat fellow. He enjoys dancing and cheering others up with his constant chatter and good looks. At least he thinks he's good looking anyway. It may not always be the opinion of others, but it doesn't really matter to him what others think. Truthfully he is a little vain, but he likes to joke about it, throwing around comments like, 'Watch it, you'll ruin my coat.' Then he snickers and lets it drop. He's a goofball and not too serious most of the time.

Despite these things, he is responsible as well. He is good at leading the group and tries his hardest to keep Beast in a chipper mood. His tactics don't always work, but he does try hard. It could be said he is the heart and soul of the castle.

History:
None



Amhi - Ailursice - bear like. motherly. portly. Female. Head of the Kitchen.


Gyles - Talbie - badger like. feral at times. hoarder. Male. Butler.


Veta - Wood Rengosett - monkey like. intuitive. intelligent. Female. Librarian.

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Chasseur

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(Pronunciation)

Name: Chasseur
Alias(es): Chas
Species: Kamo Kuhna
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Drafted into the war. Is part of a stealth unit that specialists in capture and return missions. These runs include bringing back captives as well as rescuing Purine forces. He is not a strong member, but he is good at following orders. He is submissive to authority figures, but he will stick up for himself. He is not a push over or a wallflower. Chasseur is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in.  

History:
None

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Titus

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(Pronunciation)

Name: Titus
Alias(es): None
Species: Molten Kuhna
Gender: Male

Lineage: Anri x Saika
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Blacksmith. Runs a forge in the Purine encampment. Shy but good at his trade.

History:
None

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Winifred

Let's do this.

(Win-eh-fred)

Name: Winifred
Alias(es): Winnie
Species: Ghastly Kuhna
Gender: Female

Lineage: Fuyuki x Xania
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Winnifred is a fan of the dark and morbid things in life. She does not fear death, and has a certain fondness for feeling terrified. She loves the shock and rush of adrenaline when being frightened. After the initial scare and look of terror she will smile and often giggle or full on laugh. She also likes to scare others with practical jokes and illusions. She is quite the illusionist, as she has been schooled in the tradition of illusionist magic.

She likes to decorate with skulls, and her favorite flower is a black rose. She loves how snakes and heights give her a fright. She is constantly on the lookout for monsters and things that go bump in the night. She would love to meet a vampire, ghost, ghoul, what have you. She's heard of such creatures, but never encountered one on her own. She loves to wear fishnet stockings and black eyeliner, but her hair is always a different color and cut. She loves the bright colors, the dull colors, the neutral colors. Because of the constant hair change, she is often hard to recognize if you don't know her very well. Although, her pink eyes are often a giveaway.

Monsters: vampire, werewolf, ghost, ghoul, demon, hellcat, kelpie, cerberus, griffin, gremlin

History:
None

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Dusa

Please, just leave me alone.

(Doo-sah)

Name: Dusa
Alias(es): The White Lady
Species: Bred Lucain
Gender: Female

Lineage: Meck x Narana
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: Dusa is of House Meste. Their sigil was a bright blue raven on a deep purple background. Her family used to breed ravens for use of the Maesters of old. Her father is Lord Anders Meste. She was the only child of Lord Anders and Lady Ivana Meste.
About: Dusa, also known at the White Lady, is a spirit that haunts a castle in the southern part of the Whisper Forest. When she was still alive, the castle was bright and bustling with activity. Now, hundreds of years later, the castle is cold, desolate and falling apart. There are not many visitors, except for those that crave excitement, or want to try to catch a ghost on film.

Dusa has been through a lot since her birth, both while alive and after death. Before she took her own life, she had been raped by her father's Master of Swords and the resulting child taken from her. The events had been kept a secret from the public eye, and when she told the truth she was called a liar and a whore by her father. Her mother was very docile, and even if she believed her only daughter she didn't speak up.

During her pregnancy she was kept locked in a tower, and after the birth she was left to a few select rooms in the west wing of the castle. Once her child was born, she sank into a depression. There was no one to save her from her thoughts, and the longer she was alone the more insane she appeared. She hated that her life had been taken out of her hands, and the man who had single-handedly done it was still in her father's good graces.

A few long months later she was found at the base of the tower she'd spent nine months in. Even though she had been alienated by her father, he grieved deeply. Ever since then the castle began to fall into disrepair. Even though Dusa had wanted everything to go away, she found herself tethered to the castle. She couldn't leave it in spirit, just as she couldn't leave it in life. So she spent the rest of her immortal life wandering the castle, appearing at her own will to the people who visited. She became known as the White Lady because she appears in a gown of all white.

While a somewhat docile ghost, Dusa does not like to be messed with. She will not tolerate someone desecrating her castle, even if it is ruins now. If she feels a visitor is without malice, she will initiate an interaction. Being stuck in the same place for centuries can get quite boring, so she has learned several techniques in interacting with the living, from moving objects to projecting her voice to making herself somewhat corporeal. However, she does prefer to be alone in her vast empty castle.

History:
None

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Fayette needs a little revamping and a form.

Fayette

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(Fay-ette)

Name:  Fayette
Alias(es): None
Species: Bred Lucain
Gender: Female

Lineage: Alice x Dusa
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Fayette is the daughter of Dusa, the White Lady. She lives with a family of low born people outside the castle walls. She was taken from her mother at birth and taken out of the castle in secrecy.

She is a lively child full of curiosity.

History:
None

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Boris

Never to be tamed.

(Bore-iss)

[imgright]...[/imgright]Name: Boris
Alias(es): Boris
Species: Kuhna
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: None
Art: None
Other: Old Form
About: Boris was born in the wild and grew up there. He was a member of a tribe of feral kuhnas, and he grew up to be a wild kid. He was always rather violent as a child, and when he reached adulthood he became alpha male through a series of tests and fights. His instincts were strong, and he was a fine specimen.

Soon after his rise to power, a giant storm ripped through the area, killing all but he and one other member of his clan. Mudrose is her name, and Boris never liked her very much. He tried to ditch her, but it never worked. Whenever he thought he lost her she would reappear. She was childish and not a talented hunter, but she stuck to him like glue.

Boris is still a great hunter and powerful fighter, but he has no territory of his own. He and Mudrose spend their time trying to stay out of other clan's territories. He would love to have a space to call his own, but to do that he would have to fight for the rights to land, or get as far as he could to find free land. The later is what he plans on doing, but the only one he'll have to help is Mudrose. And the thought sickens him.

History:
None

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Mudrose

I just wanna have some fun.

(Mahd-rows)

Name: Mudrose
Alias(es): Mud or Rose
Species: Sundae Kuhna
Gender: Female

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: None
Art: None
Other: None
About: Mudrose is much younger than Boris. She never learned how to hunt properly because she was training to be a healer. Her training never finished, but she does know some things. If it hadn't been for the wicked storm and fire afterward she may have been a great healer. Despite this she is carefree and would love nothing more than to have a little fun now and then. But her companion doesn't let her have fun because everything is about survival in the forest.

She sticks with Boris only because he survived the disaster too. She has no one else to turn to and looks to the older male for guidance and protection. She is learning how to battle and hunt because of him, and her few healing skills have helped them out on more than one occasion. She has learned that it's not all fun and games, but that doesn't mean the desire to just let lose is not there. Once they find a safe place she plans on showing Boris how to have a good time and not to be so grumpy all the time.

History:
None

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Garrus

You know... I'm not really sure about this...

(Gair-us)

Name: Garrus
Alias(es): Gare, Gary
Species: Chocolate Calico Diosol
Gender: Genderless

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Garrus is not a terrestrial being, but an alien from outer-space. He is not from the heavens, but from his home planet of Vreemdeling a few light years from Evelon. While he has no particular gender, he has decided to identify as male for simplicity's sake. His species is very good at imitating other species to fit in, but Garrus has a hard time. He often makes mistakes in his disguises, but he has become very fond of the diosol and human forms. On his home planet he was often made fun of when they practiced, because there was always something majorly wrong with his form.

He is very shy, clumsy, and jittery. He hates to be the center of attention, and was very glad when he lost contact with the Mother Ship. He hadn't even wanted to embark on the mission, because he did not like taking over civilizations, like was expected of him. He just hopes that his parents and the League don't ever find him hiding out in Evelon. He does keep to himself for he most part, so it shouldn't be too hard.

History:
None

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Garth needs a little revamping.

Garth

Just watch yerself.

(Garrth)

Name: Garth
Alias(es): None
Species: Lykuhna
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): amanda784's Sera
Siblings: None
Offspring: Trench Kuhna, Trench Kuhna, Kamo Kuhna, Kanua
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Garth is a very territorial type of guy. He's really rough around the edges, and doesn't take kindly to company. He has anger issues and can be rather violent.

Garth resides in the Tuun Mountains in a section of steeper cliffs.

History:
Breeding

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Meeko

I can talk to spirits. Is that strange?

(Mee-ko)

   
Name: Meeko
Nickname(s): Meeko
Species: Custom Lucain {Warrior/Mudpaw/Psi-Eye}
Gender: Male
Occupation: N/A
Size:  (M)
Level: 7
Posts: 32
Diet: Carnivore
Offense: 10 +6= 16/100
Defense: 6 +6= 12/100
Precision: 6 +6=12/40
Endurance: 11 +12= 23/100
Speed: 8  +6= 14/100
Fame: 10 +6= 16/40
AP: 15/110
Element: Ice
Traits
Battle - Blindsense, Powerful Jaws, Spiked Body,  Frost, Icicle Rain, Aura Sight, Guerrilla Fighter, Sharp Vision, Soundproof
Passive -
Acclimation - Cold Adaptation, Altitude Adaptation, Mountain Dweller
Healing - Disease Immunity, First Aid
Magic - Lifesense, Spirit Communication, Spirit Sense
Personality - Perceptive, Inner Discipline, Explorer, Loyal, Optimist, Wanderlust
Physical - Human Form, Human Speech, Keen Vision
Social – Independent

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None

Human Form: Subeta
Art: Tribal Evelonians by Rebel_the_Proud; Chibi Lucain by MidnightDraconia
Other: His back story is here. Meeko was designed after my dog who passed away.
About: Meeko came to Evelon after his death in the real world. He was once a beloved pet, but now he has a new life of his own. He loves this new world, although he hasn't learned how everything here works. And he was quite surprised when he discovered he had two tails! He is a companion to the young women who keeps track of the filing cabinets. He is one of the few that actually interacts with her.

In this new realm he has found himself in, Meeko has discovered that he loves the high altitudes and cold places. To him nothing is better than being caught in a blizzard or being at the top of a mountain. He spends most of his time wandering the wilderness discovering all kinds of things about himself and the world around him. One thing he has discovered about himself is his ability to see and communicate with spirits. He doesn't know the extent of his ability quite yet, but the idea is both thrilling and frightening to him.

History:
Just one quick rest stop, but we have to go, OK?

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Ormond

You don't understand, I help you by being this sad all the time.

(Or-mond)

Name: Ormond
Alias(es): None
Species: Sorrow Kuhna
Gender: Male

Lineage: Morath x Arabella
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Ever since he was a kit, he has been unusually sad while those around him don't seem to feel any sadness at all. Because this is the way it's always been, Ormond never thought there was anything wrong with him. Why should he not be sad? There were so many things to be sad about, even if they were far away and had no direct effect on him.

He eventually learned that he had some kind of magic ability. He can take emotions like sadness, bitterness and regret away from those who are feeling those things. In return, he feels every single one of them. At a young age he didn't know how to control this. Now that he is older he has control over which emotions he absorbs and from who. However, he cannot take any sort of happy or positive emotion, only the sad ones.

History:
None

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Evangeline

I'll just be here, tending my lighthouse.

(Ev-ann-je-line)

Name: Evangeline
Alias(es): Evie
Species: Original Preluhna
Gender: Female

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): Reginald; Roger
Siblings: None
Offspring: 3 Spirit Kuhnas with Reginald; Common Kuhna, Flametip Kuhna, Misty Kuhna and Misty Kuhna with Roger
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: None
About: Evangeline is a light in the darkness, if you will. Solely a nocturnal creature, she spends her evenings operating a lighthouse of the coast of Nabias. While her soft fur glows faintly in the night, as a human she can monitor and operate the 107 foot tall lighthouse. She doesn't spend a lot of time out of the lighthouse, as there are living quarters at the base. She loves plants, and has many at in the windows of her home.

Evvie is a petite woman with long, wavy blonde hair and deep blue eyes with bright blue pupil rims. She is shy and reserved, and will not speak unless spoken to. She lives alone in her lighthouse, and conversation with others has always been hard for her. She can be spunky and spontaneous, but only if she feels completely comfortable around the person.

She enjoys knitting even if she picked up the hobby to bring in income.

History:
Breeding

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Leanna

I'm the only one I can rely on.

(Lee-ann-ah)

Name: Leanna
Alias(es): Lee
Species: Brown Diosol
Gender: Female

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Subeta
Art: None
Other: None
About: Hard work has always been on Leanna's agenda. She learned at a young age that working hard gets you places, but somewhere along the line she learned manipulation works just as well. Be it black mail, using her womanly wiles or just sweet talking someone. Her determination, work, and manipulation got her to where she is: editor in chief of Scandalous. The gossip magazine has seen better days, but Leanna works her hardest to keep the monthly publications coming out. The reporters and other personnel may not like her very much because of her bossiness and aloofness. But she loves to socialize and network, even if actually making friends is not something she does. Leanna enjoys parties and social events, even if some say she's gotten too old to go party. At twenty-eight years old, she believes she can do what she wants and doesn't care what others say. She got this far on her own, she doesn't need to hear their silly opinions.

History:
None

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Darwin

Just a small town canine.

(Darr-win)

Name: Darwin
Alias(es): Dar
Species: Common Tali
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Pending
Art: None
Other: My first character. I'm bringing him back. :U I only made like, one post with him though. :c
About: Darwin is a native of Roraldi Forests. He used to be a member of a pack of morphs (a tribal group of people capable of using a Tali form). However, once he was old enough he was sent to the city on the outskirts of the forest to trade. He loved the city so much that he abandoned his pack for it. Living without his tribe was harder than he thought it would be, and the young man didn't think he'd last long. He was living on the streets when he saw a black something floating around. At first he was afraid, thinking it was some evil spirit, but then he made friends with the Muun sprite. The sprite had good advice for him, and soon Darwin was able to have some items to call his own and a strange friend as well.

So Darwin finally began his adventure of the modern world. The clumsy, talkative, hyperactive, and random tribal boy learned how to take care of himself and grew in maturity. As a young, mature man now he yearns to explore more of the modern world with Muun.

History:
None

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Varle

Out in the wild.

(Varle - rhymes with Carl)

Name: Varle
Alias(es): Var
Species: Custom Lucain
Gender: Male

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Tall, slender. Large, sad, red eyes. Pale skin. Brown, long, unruly hair. Large hands and feet that he can stick to surfaces with. But they are not always sticky, only when he wants them to be.
Art: None
Other: None
About: Varle is an older, experienced male and has been living wild in the forest for as long as he can remember. He has an odd ability to cling to things with his paw-pads, and has a rather long tongue. He prefers to eat insects rather than other animal meat, but is a terrific fighter none the less. How else do you think he survived so long on his own? He also hunts at night, rather than during the day. He is also quite the jumper, able the jump further than the average lucain.

He is a loner, claiming no homage to the packs in his area. As long as he doesn't bother them, they leave hime alone. After all, he's just one rouge, and he doesn't use that much of their resources.  

Varle may act as though he is tough and impenetrable, but he is a guy with an open wound. He lost his mate, Marissa, and pups when he was young. It'd been a terrible rainy season and their den flooded when he was out hunting for food for his new family. Marissa and their three pups were stuck in a lower chamber of the den and couldn't escape the flash flood. Varle mourned their loss for years, unable to get over the heartache.

As Varle got older a scab formed over his open wound, but never truly healed. If the subject of his younger days surfaces he quickly changes the subject to avoid the pain that comes with the memories.

History:
Non

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Yakira

I can do this!

(Yuh-keye-ruh)

   
Name: Yakira
Alias(es): Kira
Species:  Custom Windgill Paragon {Angelic Wings; Feathered Tail; Sambava/Splothed/Ivy Markings}
Gender: Female
Lineage: None
Lifemate: Kitsumi Mahon's Stormshadow
Mate(s): Thunder's Vell Rickavit as Kitsumi Mahon's Storm
Siblings: None
Offspring: 1, 2
Human Form: Subeta
Art: None
Other: Her back story is here.
About: Kira is a very graceful paragon, especially for her size. She moves through the skies and along the ground with great ease, though she is a little better at flying gracefully than walking gracefully. She was born the daughter of a wind god and a mortal, though she never met her father, just her mother. And her mother was a wonderful creature, taking care of her fatherless child as well as she could. Kira was taught all kinds of lady etiquette and how to care for the sick and injured. And she learned well. She had unwavering patience as a young paragon, which she inherited from her father. She can also control the winds somewhat, though not very well.

When her mother died, Kira was sent into a horrible depression because her mother was all she ever knew. The graceful paragon lost control for a while, and didn't recover for years. A friend of hers, now deceased, helped her get out of her funk. She helped young Kira conquer her grief. But when that friend died, Kira was depressed once more, but this time she knew how to handle it. Young Kira also fell in love once, but soon after they had pledged themselves to one another, he was captured by hunters and killed. His name was Lahn, and she thinks about him often, despite her efforts to move on. It seems that everyone around her has died, and Kira has a hard time making close friends because she doesn't want them to die.

She is still very patient and very kind as well. She hardly ever grows angry, though if something rubs her the wrong way she is a force to be reckoned with, especially when she has the power of the wind behind her. Kira is gentle and sweet as  well. She isn't one for talking much, but she knows how to carry on a conversation. But she is very sensitive to her feelings and those of the ones around her. If she feels a bad vibe she will either clam up or grow so concerned she asks them if they are okay. She is a little annoying with her questions sometimes, but she just wants everyone to be okay.

History:
At the Lover's Triangle - Paragon Breeding Room

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Yaeri

Would you like a new dress?

(Yay-ree)

Name: Yaeri
Alias(es): None
Species: Custom Puma Kuhna
Gender: Female

Lineage: None
Lifemate: None
Mate(s): None
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Human Form: Subeta
Art: None
Other: Before Revamp
About: Yaeri is a bubbly, loud and outspoken person. She loves to speak her opinions, but she knows when it's time to quit. She is a great saleswoman, able to sell any of the dresses she tailors at her dress shop. The Thorn and the Rose is the dress shop she manages in Nabias. She specializes in custom dresses for women of all ages and sizes. Her business is a successful one and she is proud to call it hers.

Yaeri is a good friend to Yakira, a special customer of hers. The two met when Kira discovered her shop and needed a custom dress made. It was easy for the two to become friends after that. Even though Kira isn't always in Nabias, Yaeri makes sure to maintain their friendship with calls, texts, and cards. Kira returns the gestures, glad to have a friend. Yakira is still one of Yaeri's best customers.

The Thorn and the Rose is on Cinder Street, which cuts through Market Street in Nabias. The shop is small and quaint and always has a nice display in the front window. Yaeri runs the shop with {SHE NEEDS AN APPRENTICE; WILL USE EMPTY KUHNA; GET GOING JOBIE!!}

History:
None