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Name: Vaion Sithiri (Vy-on Sith-er-I)
Age: 44
Race: Pantheran (Kind of like an anthromorphic mixture between tigers and lions, with a tiger face, but the body relatively human size. (My idea. Hopefully acceptable... Somewhat inspired by a race from Everquest, and the race from Elder Scrolls. Mostly original, though...) He is somewhat demon, though.
Sex: Male
Hair: Back side of it braided, falling down to back. Dark furred/haired, with an assortment of beads.
Eyes: Yellow, but with a black and red ringed pupil.
Weight: 316 pounds (Heavy because of the muscular features of his race. A large race of people...)
Height: 7.3 Feet
Weapons- Vaion normally uses his battle axe, but he can also use a rusty old chain as a whip. He can also go unarmed using the 'Wrath of Sithiri', which causes a bunch of skeletal tentacles to burst out of this left arm, leaving his battleaxe behind. He can also bite and use a powerful rushing attack.

Armor- Wears cloth armor, and a heavy plate underneath.

Strengths- Vaion is like a biological tank. He can rush and smash enemies, and physical attacks are weak against him. He is usually merciless in combat. Also, dark magic is not effective against him. He can sometimes absorb health, through a special vampire ability, when he attacks opponents. Humans are somewhat weak against him.
Weaknesses- Even though he is large and powerful, he lacks speed. Divine magic is effective, as well as fire (He is covered in fur, afterall.) Light, fast weaponry is preferred when battling Vaion. Also, water is effective against him. He is rather large, but he has trouble swimming. Flying enemies can also be hard for him to defeat. Even though he is naturally strong against holy enemies, holy enemies are naturally strong against him. In other words, his dark powers are effective against holy enemies, but their magic is equally effective against him.
Magic/skills- Vaion is skilled in the ways of heavy weaponry, including axes and maces, which he can equip as "Appendages" that replace his missing hand. He can use several "Jump and smash" attacks, as well as rushing and shock techniques.

Apart from his weapons skills, he can use powerful dark magic, given to him by Sithiri. He can use elemental forces to attack foes, as well as using a dark magic bolt. He can also summon Violet for a limited amount of time, so she can use her demon magic.

Weapon skills-

Axe of the Fallen- The character jumps up and, as the name implies, falls upon the enemy, with a massive slash from the axe. (Learned in military training.)

Chains of Lost Freedom- The broken chains attached to Vaion's remaining arms are whipped, hitting randomly, around three to six times. He must first store energy for a little while to use this. (Gained from his shackles while imprisoned.)

Bite of the Damned- Bites the enemy. Can poison the enemy. Any future bites in the battle will not be poisonous. (Caused by his demonic teeth, given by Sithiri)

The Lost Child- Violet is summoned, and swings a stunning bolt at the enemy. Vaion is powered up with dark magic, and slashes the enemy multiple times in the demonic blast. This attack comes with a price, for he uses alot of his energy, and becomes vulnerable to direct physical attacks after this. (Learned when Violet became a parasite of Vaion)


Snack- Vaion tastes the blood spilt by either him or his opponent. This will (Somewhat) heal him. He can only taste an opponent once in battle. (Obtained after he became a demon.)

Magic skills-

Elemental Force- Depending on his environment, he uses a magic attack composed of the element the area he is in consists of the most. Can only be used once a day. (Learned in military training.)

Summon Underling- Summons miniature demons as distractions. He cannot resummon them in the same battle that the two demons are killed. If they are killed, he must wait until another battle to resummon them. (Given from Sithiri)

Wrath of Sithiri- He loses his weapon, and it is replaced with four large skeletal tentacles. This allows him for quick attacks, but sacrifices power. (Given from Sithiri)

Child of Lost Innocence- Summons the malevolent Violet to help Vaion fight. Violet cannot be harmed by physical attacks, but can be damaged by magic attacks. If destroyed, he cannot summon her til the end of the battle. (Learned when Violet became a parasite of Vaion)

Doom's Touch- Fires a bolt of shadow energy at the enemy. Uses some of his magic energy. (Given from Sithiri)
Appearance: He is dark-furred and missing his left hand, his left hand replaced with a large, rusty axe. His flesh missing on upper left arm, seemingly torn from place; with bones and tissue exposed. He wears stained rags, as well as cloth and bandages covering most of the right side of face, with only his left side of his face exposed from eye to the bottom of his nose. There is a large scar around the visible eye. A chain shackle is bound to his right arm.
Personality- Because of the demon magic in him, he has become insane. However, he is not one to talk- He is usually very silent. But silence can also be a silence of death- He is a viscious monster, who is not bound by morals. Vaion has lost all sense of morals, and goes along seeking nothing but death and the reconstruction of his cult, and for Violet to spread her will...

However, even though Vaion doesn't talk, Violet, who often influences Vaion, talks to him, and consults him on what to do. Even though she is the spirit of a child, the demonic will that circulates through her has given her the knowledge and evil to work with Vaion to bring terror to people. In a way, he is two characters in one, personality-wise.

Violet often acts as an advisor or, if taken a bit more seriously, the 'mind' of Vaion. Vaion does have his own mind/personality, but it is dead and decaying... He is becoming more insane and more of a monster, whereas Violet grows stronger and more malevolent as time goes by...

Biography: *Note: This is a summary of the events that ended Vaion's 'normal' life. If the character is approved, I promise to expand on his story... Drastically. I even have a plot in mind...

His parents were not people one would be proud of- Poor, jobless, and drug addicts. Raised in the streets of the Pantheran capital city, he tried to live with his terrible parents. Every day would be hard for him, with beatings from his parents, and the cold weather biting him at night.

However, a ray of hope shined through these dark moments in his life- The Pantheran Royal Army was accepting new recruits, especially younger troops. This was his chance to make something of himself. He left behind his old, dirty lifestyle, and ran away from home, to join this military establishment.

Vaion Kakrika grew up, with great training in the military. For his excellent scores and skills, he was awarded a rare weapon- A Royal Knight Panthera axe. A rare weapon like this was awarded to only the most skilled trainees. He took it proudly, and vowed to make the best use of it, in the name of his country.

And, that is exactly what he did. It is amazing how fast a boy turns to a man. Vaion is an example. He became a great soldier, defeating many opponents. However, his most famous act was defeating the forces of Callicos.

Callicos was an arrogant Prince who wanted control of a very rare series of jewels- "The Spiritual Gems", are what they were called. The gems were said to have a very special power- A power that would open the door to a world of prosperity and fortune. Greed struck the greedy Callicos, and he wished to obtain these jewels for his own personal gain. One of the jewels was known as the "Gem of Sithiri".

The Gem of Sithiri, also known as the "Grace Stone", was named because of the Foredemon (Three demons that came from the spiritual realm) that gaurds it- Vectos Sithiri was one of the two remaining Foredemons. He was ordered to gaurd over this jewel. He was also the only Foredemon that was worshipped. The "Order of Cleansing" is the name of the cult that worships this demon.

Callicos was not worried about this cult, though. He wanted to obtain this jewel at any cost, whatsoever.

Vaion was enlisted in the defense against Callicos's invading forces. The team of soldiers he was placed in was an odd one, though- Most of them were humans, sent from another kingdom to defend the Pantherans. They did not like their job, however- Most humans were racist against Pantherans. The reason why this kingdom sent human help was not to defend the Pantherans. In truth, it was to stop Callicos, an enemy that threatened several kingdoms.

Vaion was bound to have a hard time in this group, but one soldier- A young man named "Ralleck"- Became a close friend of Vaion's.

Together, through a strange twist of fate, they were able to battle off Callicos's forces, and became war heroes. The war lasted for several years. Vaion was now 32. He decided that it was now time for him to retire and live a simple lifestyle. However, Ralleck had more adventurous plans. Ralleck planned to become a treasure hunter, searching the world for valuables.

Before Vaion bid farewell to Ralleck, Vaion became somewhat attached to Ralleck's family. Attached to his son, his wife, his daughter. It was strange, how he had a real family, whereas Vaion did not. Vaion was able to grow attached to them in the months of recovery, from the injuries he and Ralleck suffered through the war. Vaion became especially attached to Violet, Ralleck's daughter, at the age of nine. However, Ralleck's family was a bit odd- His wife was obviously not human... However, Vaion could never identify the race she belonged to.

Vaion did as he planned- Retreated to a simple lifestyle. However, a message from a well known friend brought him out of his retirement- The message entitled, "Up for another adventure?"

Apparantly, Ralleck was in a bit of a bind- His mission was to destroy this demon gaurding an aincient jewel, known as the "Grace Stone". His reward was the jewel itself. This name sounded somewhat familiar...

Anyway, they headed off to the aincient ruins where the jewel was kept. A rare gem such as this was bound to be in an out-of-the-way location. So they entered the ruins. However, unknowing to them, the old ruins were highly booby-trapped. So, as they went forth, a tragic death would befall each party member, except for Vaion and Ralleck. They tried to stay aware of the booby-traps, but each one was a surprise...

When the two survivors finally came to the bottom of the long ruins, the gem was lied before them. "The Gem of Sithiri", whispered the young man, while reading the letters written under the ruby. Vaion was shocked- The person who gave the information to kill the monster had staged this. The truth dawned on both of the explorers- The mission was a set up. The person who ordered the doom of the creature obviously wanted them to enter and be killed themselves. Maybe this villainous culprit was a worshipper of Sithiri, and wanted the most famous of all the heroes dead?

They were baffled as to why the cult would want the demon dead, though. However, it was too late to back out, for, just as they were standing in fear, a Succubus of great strength swooped down and killed Ralleck. Angered and saddened, Vaion rushed towards the demon- Only to find out that Sithiri had taken Violet, Ralleck's daughter, hostage. Obviously, the worshipper of Sithiri did some research, and taken Violet hostage. The beast then imprisoned Vaion, in a rusty old cell. He went unconscious.

When he woke up, he saw that his left arm was caught in some old debris, crushed by fallen stones. His right arm was chained. He had to get out of this bind, so he took his battle axe with his right arm, and chopped off his left hand. He attached the battle axe to the remains of his left arm, and chopped off the chain attached to his right arm.

As he walked along, he came across Violet, perfectly unharmed and conscious. She offered him some water, but unknowing to Vaion, the water was tainted. Violet had become a slave of Sithiri.

Vaion did not know that he drank upon the blood of Sithiri. He soon lost much of his emotion, and Violet herself guided him to the "Order of the Cleansing" itself. Apparantly, the reason why they wanted this creature dead was because it was a shell, containing Sithiri. They wanted the 'true' Sithiri to be released. And, the reason they kidnapped Violet because she was, partly, a member of an aincient race, that had the potential to open the spiritual realm.

The goal of this dastardly cult was to put Sithiri in charge of this spiritual realm, through the vessel of Violet, and allow her to become Queen.

However, over the next twelve years, the cult was destroyed. Destroyed by numerous heroes. However, Vaion remained. He was the only one to meet the "True" Sithiri. Thus, he thought of himself to be the "True" child of Sithiri, naming himself Vaion Sithiri.

He is now a murderous creature, working with Violet, and trying to rebuild the "Order of the Cleansing", buy converting more people, through the "Dark Blood" ritual, and killing those who deny him. He will stop it nothing to restore Sithiri's religion to it's former glory...

Other Information

Homeland- The Pantheran Nation of Feliade

Favorite Food- Previously roasted pork, now blood.

Religion- Previously belonging to the traditional Pantheran religion, which involves the worship of elemental spirits. Now, he is a member of the "Order of the Cleansing", which worships the Foredemon, Sithiri. (Sithiri is the brother of two other Foredemons, Killiath, and Mortivan)

Name: Seeroth
Age: 924( but appears 24)
Race: Vampire
Sex: Male
Hair: White
Eyes: Grey
Weight: 173 lbs
Height: 6 feet 1 inch

Weapon: A sword with a black blade and silver writing down the side.
Armor: None

Strengths: Can smell blood from up to 3 miles away, extremely fast, extremely strong, feeds on blood, can see in the dark, greater hearing, able to jump greater distance and height.

Weakness: Spells weaken him slightly after use, can only use spells once every fifteen days, gets tired fairly quickly, needs blood at least once every two weeks, not his best during battle in open areas, can not stand the sun without using his Cloak of Darkness spell, and has no armor.

Skills/Magic: A very skilled swordsman, skilled in the art of stealth, uses the spell Cloak of Darkness to protect himself from the sun(spell not visible, can be used for about 12 hours straight, and can be used again in about 4 hours if Seeroth is not too active), can use the spell Shield of Shadow to protect himself from attacks. (the Shield of Shadow looks like a black orb that surrounds Seeroth, and spell lasts 1 minute and can only be used once a day) Can transform into a raven. Seeroth conjures his spells by whistling specific melodies.

Personality: He hasn’t known happiness for the past 900 years. He feels hatred, lust for blood, and when he thinks of his former life, and what he did, he feels miserable. During battle he’s ruthless and will kill you without a second thought. He feels horrible for killing his parents, but feels nothing when killing anyone else.

Appearance: He wears a long black coat, black pants, is thin, very pale, sharp teeth(duh), slightly slit pupils, pointed ears, and his hair is long and straight.

History: Seeroth was born in Kig. A small town just on the outskirts of Norridia city. His original name was Alexander Oreth and his parents names were Aldron and Catherine Oreth. He also had a brother named Christopher who trained him in the art of stealth and swordmanship. Christopher was a vampire slayer, and one day went out to kill a particularly powerful vampire he'd heard was roaming the ruins of Belchore(a kingdom destroyed by demons). He told Alexander that he'd be back the next week, but he never returned.

Two years later a man that went by the name of Seeroth told the Oreths that he was a traveling merchant and was just looking for a place to stay. The Oreths kindly let him. Alexander did not believe this man could be trusted and told his parents this, but they thought he was just being paranoid and payed no attention.

That night Alexander woke up to a preculiar sound. Muffled talking coming from his parents room. Suddenly he heard his mother sream, so he lept out of bed and ran to his parents room. He swung open the door to see Seeroth leaning over his parents bed gripping a sword with a black blade. Seeroth turned towards Alexander and said, "I'm no traveling merchant! I am a vampire that has come to kill your brother. Tell me where he is!"

"I do not know, vampire, we have not seen him for two years. He left and never came back," Alexander replied. With that Seeroth darted towards Alexander with astounding speed. He tried to jump out of the way, but Seeroth was just to fast for him. Seeroth grabbed Alexander and bit his neck. It was a long bite, like Seeroth was savoring the monent. Alexander managed to wriggle his arm free of the vampire's grasp and grab the knife in his pocket. He stabbed him in the arm and Seeroth lept backwards, dropping his sword and releasing a high pitched sream. Alexander quickly grabbed the sword and held it up to Seeroth's chest. "I will not let you harm my family, Vampire," exclaimed Alexander.

"I don't need to, you will do it for me! Ha, ha, ha." In a surge of anger Alexander shoves the sword through Seeroth's heart. Still laughing, Seeroth falls to the ground as his body shakes and contorts. Alexander grimaces in disgust. A searing pains flows through his body. Not able to withstand it he calapses. The next thing Alexander remembers is holding his mother's body in his arms and blood dripping from his mouth. He looks over and sees his father's corpes pinned up against the wall by the black bladed sword. Realizing what he has done, Alexander attempts to commit suicide, but at the last second his new found vampire instincts take control and stop him.

Believing he did not deserve the name his parents gave him, he changed it to that of the vampire he killed.

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Name: Revvan "Blind Swordsman" Dazrithen (R-eh-ven)

Age: 15

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Long and black

Eyes: Mainly green, but with hints of blue

Weight: 124 lbs

Height: 5 feet, 6 inches

Weapon: A mystical blade known as the "Seeing Sword". This was given to Revvan by the goddesses who watch over his homeland to aid Revvan in his quest,
and level the playing field. It's powers are listed below. It is a short sword measuring about two and a half feet long. It's handle is of the common design
made from silver, but with ruins sketched across the hilt, that Revvan could never see, or read. The grip is wrapped leather. The blade is sharp and radiates
a dark blue energy. Revvan also owns a small shield, but rarely holds it in combat. The shield is metal painted blue with a bronze bird (the symbol of
his village).

Armor: A small amount of chain mail over his upper body.

Strengths: Revvan has a very good sense of hearing, and can hear and sense things from a far away distance. He is also skilled in the way of the sword.
He has very good technique in his swordplay. Revvan also has a very close bond with animals. He can't quite understand them, but they seem to be able to
understand him, and can become friendly towards him quickly. These animals can become loyal companions with Revvan. Mainly, wild dogs, wolves, and birds.
However, the other animals seem to understand him as well.

Weaknesses: Although Revvan is known as the "Blind Swordsman" he can see just a very small amount out of his right eye. This is a faint weakness when he
relies on his little vision. Darkness is also a weakness. When submerged in the shadows Revvan feels trapped and is frightened by the darkness. Thus making
him a lesser fighter. Revvan needs to be more intact with his senses.

Skills/Magic: The Seeing Sword is Revvan's most important weapon. It has many different abilities, and Revvan often wonders if the blade itself is alive.
Revvan can give it several different commands:

"Guide me" will allow the sword to navigate him through the obsticles in front of him. A good example of when to use this would be in a crowded forest.
"Show me" will trace the evil and guide Revvan towards it.
"Find me" if Revvan ever loses the blade this will bring the blade back into his hand.

The three goddesses (Gold, Silver, and Bronze) also granted the blade three separate abilities. Each with its own amount of energy required to use it with
bronze being the most energy draining, and silver being the least.
Bronze Fury: This admits a burst of power behind Revvan's swings for a short amount of time. This is the most draining of the three.
Silver Flash: This ability emits a large flash of light briefly blinding his opponent for a short amount of time. This is the least draining and can be
done numerous times before resting.
Gold Beam: This ability shoots a beam of gold light from the seeing sword. This beam sends the opponent flying backwards, and also hurts a sufficient amount.

Appearance: Revvan stands at about 5 and a half feet tall with long black hair going down to his very tops of his sholders, and bangs that go down past
his eyebrows. His hair also covers his ears completely. Revvan is also skinny. His shield is often on his back with his sword in his shieth on his belt.
Revvan wears a bright blue tunic with silver chain mail covering his top part of his body. He also has knee high black leather fencing boots, and elbow
high black leather gloves. Sometimes, he is seen with glasses, but for the most part, he does not wear them. Revvan also uses a long, pollished, wooden
stick as a cane.

Personality: Generally, Revvan is a nice person. He is very polite to people. At first, he is shy, but when he gets to know you he can be a very good friend.
He is understanding, caring, funny, and smart (even if he doesn't show it). Only when he is treated rudely, or unfairly will he become less friendly. He
rarely gets angry, but can get upset. In battle he is very quick with fast reactions and quick movements. He is very courageous, and cunning. He does not
like to kill, but if faced with a life threatening situation, will.

Biography: Revvan spent most of his childhood growing up in the desert sivilization known as Heatpoint with his parents in the Great Desert. When he was
one year old, his eye site became less and less average until it is where it is at today.

When Revvan was 15 he encountered a beast out in the desert that threatened to kill him. In a fierce battle between him and the beast, Revvan won with the
help of the shovel he was carrying. Shortly after this, he was sent out of his village, for once you slay a desert creature, the villagers of Heatpoint
believed, that you must start your life on your own.

The travel out of Heatpoint and through the Great Desert was a brutil one. About half way through the travel through the Great Desert, Revvan encountered
something that would change his life...

In the distance in front of him, Revvan saw a fierce battle raging on between six people. Eventually, four of the bodies dropped to the sand and he heard,
"Pathetic! Sending their city warriors after us. Meh, well, we'll head back there tomorrow. Think of all the lute we got today and multiply it by two!"
The two bodies quickly ran off to the East. Revvan had understood in an instant. Those two who had won the fight, were bandits. They had just slane four
warriors from a distant city, and were planning to loot the city again the next day. Suddenly, rage shook through Revvan's body. He then dropped to the
ground and cried in remorse for the killed fighters and the unjustice of the situation that was occurring. Then, three bright lights zoomed towards Revvan.

The lights came to a hault in front of his face. He thought his bad eye might just be playing tricks on him again. "I mean, it was tough enough finding
my way along this trail...had to even get on my hands and crawl to find the path again." Just then, the lights exploded. Revvan jumped back and covered
his right eye with his hand to shield it from the blinding flashes.

When he opened them again, he saw three blurred images. As he struggled to look at them, he noticed all three of them had very long hair, and curved bodies.
So they must be women he thought to himself. Then, he noticed each had different colored hair. One with gold, one with silver, and one with bronze. The
three women greeted him and explained to him that they were the three goddesses of the Great Desert. "We have seen your struggle, and have forseen that
you are bound for greatness in your path ahead," the goddesses told him "but we warn you, the world outside is very harsh and unforgiving. Conditions are
not in your favor for survival." "You are one of the purest in heart we've seen from the desert, and we wish to aid you to help you in your quest." "...Quest?"
Revvan asked confused. "We shall speak no more, but we grant you this. This blade was forged by us, and we give it to you, knowing you will not abuse its
abilities. Take it, use it, but respect it. This sword is not just a tool; its your companion." The three goddesses then told him more words of wisdom
and how to cooperate with the blade.

A week later Revvan arived in the great city he had heard of known as Battlecent. There, many warriors lived, faught, trained, and did many other things
in a community. Here, was where Revvan learned from the best, and sharpened his skills. Not just as a swordsman, but also other skills like being in tact
with nature. Revvan was quick to pick up the ability of speaking to animals. He could never fully understand them, but they seemed to understand him. "And
that's good enough for me..." he had said one afternoon with a bird purched on his index finger.

Many of the great warriors were facinated with the blade on his belt, so he was often taught and challenged to test the abilities of the sword. Three months
went by, and Revvan had been given the alias of "Blind Swordsman". Another five months went by, and Revvan had become much wiser, smarter, more skilled
in the way of the sword, and much funnier (many of the best fighters had great senses of humor which rubbed off on him).

Revvan could walk down the streets of the city and determine the best from the worst. Over time, though, the Seeing Sword had noticed more and more evil
lurking into the hearts of people around Revvan. Eventually, Revvan could pick up on the aura of evil as well. This frightened him extremely. So, one day,
Revvan packed up all of his belongings from the small hut he had been staying in, and left the city. "No matter what lies ahead, no matter who I meet,
there will always be evil. Something strange is happening, and I need to find out what. Now is my time!" Right after this statement Revvan had left Battlecent
on the road to the unknown ahead.

With one last glance at the distant great city of Battlecent (now with a strange dark aura around it), and a turn of the shoulder, he was gone...

Name: Asmodee

Age: 1500 yrs after death (looks 30 years old.)

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Height: six feet

Weight: 150 pounds

Appearance: In his lifetime he was captured by Vampire hunters, and burned almost to death. He has burns everywhere below the neck that he covers with his Dark Robe, black gloves, and black shoes. The hunters left his face untouched so they could clearly see his pain. During the day, he can walk around if his entire body is under his Dark Robe, because the robe blocks all light. The unburned skin is very pale, wich is a good sign of a Vampire.

Personality: He is cold, calm, and calculating in his effort to get what he wants. He is always confidant when facing an enemy, even when he is losing. He's more of an icy, sinister kind of evil than aggressive and loud. He doesn't raise his voice in anger, only if he's calling to soimeone far away. When angered, he gets very quiet, and he decides the best punishment for the offender. Often, no one will know he's angry until it's too late.

Weapon: a 4' long soulstealer sword with a solid black blade, and a small guard. When noble people die, they go to heaven, but the soulstealer sword was created so that it's victims always go to Hell. Vlad once made a deal with a Demon to help him rid the world of Vampire Slayers and Holy men. The Demon gave him a sord of pure darkness that would send good souls to Hell, but leave the body more or less intact. This way, Asmodee could drink from the corpse, and use it as a slave Vampire.

Armor: Dark robe that blocks sun light.

Skills: hypnosis, transformation, create Vampire by draining all blood, then replacing it with Vampire blood. Call nocturnal creature, which summons a local creature of the night. He can transform into a 6' tall bat for flying, a snake with forearms, and a vapor cloud.

Magic: none

Strengths: immune to dark magic attacks. He has book smarts and street smarts, because he's been around so long.

Weaknesses: vulnerable to light based spells. He's Pyrophobic. If a person holds up a religious item, and has strong faith in the religion, he/she can hold Asmodee back.

Background: When he was human, Asmodee lived in 1000 AD. He met a woman named Druella at a tavern. They spent the night dancing, drinking, and having a wonderful time. She seemed to enjoy everything he wanted to do, but she wasn't completely submissive, which he liked. He took her home with him and they began to get intimate. That is when she bit him. In his drunken state, he didn't register any pain.

He awoke the next morning to find her still with him. She told him that she had fallen in love with him, so she made him a Vampire. Though he was not her slave, he stayed with her, and fell in love. They spent a few hundred years as nomads, fighting Vampire hunters, and preying on innocents. Eventually they killed all of the hunters in their country, so they settled down in a remote area, and fed on animal blood.

This as not a good idea, since Vampire hunters from other countries still walked the Earth. Asmodee and Druella were captured by vigilante Vampire hunters. These were not normal hunters that hunted just to rid the world of Vampires. These were hunters with vendetas, who took pleasure in torture. Asmodee and Druella were tied and burned. Through his pain, Asmodee doesn't remember how he broke free from the rope, but he went into a frenzy as he attacked the hunters. Druella died that day, and Asmodee had burns from feet to shoulders. The burns remind him of his lost love, and why he should always remain a nomad

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Name: Louis Condry.
Pronunciation--(Loois) (condree)

Race: Vampire

Eyes: red pupils, and when in vampire form, Louis’s eyes are all red.

Hair: short spiked black hair

Age: unknown (looks 19)

Height: human form-6 ft. 1 in. vampire form- 6ft 5 in.

Weight: human form- 120 Vampire form-140
Weapon(s) : hand-and-a-half Vampiric blade. The steel was mixed with silver to deal extra damage to their sworn enemies for all time, werewolves. (Picture at the bottom)

Armor: Vampiric armor- all Black steel plate armor except for gloves, and boots with dark red swirling design running around the edge of the armor, and a pure silver bat symbol mounted over the heart on the chest plate. He wears no helm, and 2 inch silver plated spikes are mounted on the pauldrons and along the arm braces and ½ inch ones on the knuckles. The gloves are black leather and same with the boots. He also has a small secret compartment in his left bracer filled with small vials of cooled persevered blood in times of desperation. He also has two holes in his back plate for his wings to come out of when in Vampire form. Also the armor is enchanted to mold to his size when in full vampire form.


Strengths: Being a vampire, he has enhanced physical abilities and also can only be killed by a cross to the heart or being bitten in the neck by a werewolf. He also has the ability to stick and hang to walls and ceilings and jumped very high. His canine teeth are larger and longer for biting his enemies and or victims. Louis also has the ability to turn into a full vampire when he desperately needs to drink blood, when a werewolf in full form is present or near, or when the danger is great enough. In full vampire form, he cannot wield his sword but nails grow into claws on his hands and two horns protrude from the sides of his head.

Weaknesses: Louis needs to drink blood at least once a day to maintain his health, and will become weaker and weaker the longer he goes without blood. Also his armor has two holes in the back, giving him a venerable spot. Being a vampire, he is weakened greatly when in the presence of a cross made of any material, intentional or not. And is weakened in the presence of holy weapons. If he is fatally injured, say got his head chopped off, and then he is healed, but is reduced to a small green imp, about a foot tall with no armor or weapons, just some small clothes, his wings and small claws and when in this form he must drink blood twice a day to stay alive. After about 5 days, he will grow back into his human form. Also after turning back to human form from full vampire, Louis must drink blood within one hour. when in full vampiric form, his wings have no armor, as it would be impossible to fly with armor on them and they are very sensitive, so an arrow or sword to the wing would cause him great pain and inability to fly while in full vampiric form until his wings heal.

Skills/Magic: Louis has one spell and a few skills.

SKILLS:
Louis is an okay sword fighter, and is better at one on one combat than fighting multiple enemies. In that case he will usually flee or turn into full vampire form.

SPELL: Bat swarm-Louis calls down a large group of bats to distract enemies while he escapes or attacks them.


Appearance: Human form- Louis wears his armor all of the time, never knowing when someone might recognize him and try to kill him. His skin is deathly pale, and his red pupils glow in darkness. He has slightly pointed ears and wears a black cloak all of the time. He also keeps the hood up all of the time and he wears a black bandana covering from the middle of his nose down. The end of the cloak is shredded from use and the black is faded. Under his armor he wears dark red short sleeved shirt and black pants. He wears a red belt that has bat imprints in the leather with a silver buckle and a clip to keep his sword at his side. Louis takes good care of his teeth so his canines don’t rot so he can get blood.

Full vampire form- his skin is all black, and all of his eyes are blood red. His canines grow to about 1 ½ inches long and his jaw can open extra wide to bite with his elongated canines. Dark red tattoos cover his arms and his nails extend into claws used to slash.and Large black wings grow through the holes in his armor and protrude from his back.

Personality: Louis has a very serious nature about him, but also a cruel sense of humor, and enjoys it when people plead for mercy. He has little sense of loyalty to anyone besides another vampire, but even then he may go behind their backs to get something. The only ones he trusts and has a soft spot for in his heart is Vagor, king of the vampires and Elizabeth.

Bio: Not too much was known about Louis in his childhood. His encounter was with a vampire was interesting. He was about 14 and Louis and his father were out In the fields when he accidentally tripped and he pulled on the horse’s tail. It reared up and bolted, towing the plow behind it. His father was planting seeds, and the horse ran him over and the plow cut his leg clean off. After Louis helped his father back to the house, in anger, his father suddenly pulled out his sword.

“YOU HAVE RUINED ME! YOU ARE NOT MY SON!” and he swung at Louis. Louis ducked and ran out of the house. Then his mother came out of the house, her husband leaning against her.

“BOY! YOU BETTER RUN!” and Louis ran for dear life. See, Louis was adopted after his real parents died. He ran for about an hour until he found a man lying on the ground, blood splattered everywhere and he was maimed. Louis, being a good enough person, pulled the man off the road and bandaged his wounds. Later that night, the man awoke, and looked at Louis with blood red eyes and said.

“You seem unhappy child, what is wrong?” The man said with a soothing voice, like a concerned father. Louis told him the story of the field and the man shook his head.

“I am sorry child, for your hardship. Would you like a better life?” he said, and Louis pulled his knees up to his chin and he nodded. The man slowly sat up and sat cross legged next to Louis.

“I can give you a better life. Are you sure you want this?” the man said, opening and closing his jaw, as if stretching it. Louis was confused, but he nodded. He didn't know what the man meant. Louis’s eyes went wide as the man suddenly reached over and bit him in the neck. Louis’s vision blurred and then he fell into deep sleep. He awoke to the touch of a hand on his face. After his vision cleared, he looked up and saw a beautiful girl about his age.

“what?” Louis said softly, slightly delirious. The girl just giggled.

“sit up, and I will take care of you” she said and Louis obeyed. He was clothed in a dark red shirt and black pants, and black leather boots. They started walking together, and then the girl spoke up as she directed him along stone halls, the walls covered in portrait after portrait.

“My name is Elizabeth, what is yours?” the girl said taking his hand and pulling him down some stairs.

“My name is Louis. Where are we? And where are we going?” he said, looking a suit of black armor and a painting of a battle. The girl wore a very fancy black and crème colored dress, and she had long slightly curly blonde hair.

“You are home, and where we are going is a secret” Elizabeth said, suddenly poking Louis.

“Your it!” she said and ran down the hall. Louis laughed and chased her down the stairs and down a side hall. He suddenly bumped into her, as she was standing still in a doorway. Then she turned to him and held him lightly by the shoulders.

“It is time to meet the king ok? and you talk only when talked to ok?” she said, looking at him with light blue eyes. Louis nodded and they walked through the doorway. In the room there were two thrones and a long red carpet. The room was full of people. Then two people, a man and a woman walked down the red carpet and sat down on the throne. Then the man stood up and Louis recognized him and remembered about the incident of the forest. Then he pointed at Louis.

“This boy saved me! He let himself be bitten to save me and I have brought him here to his new home to live here with us!” he said and everyone applauded for Louis for a moment. Then Louis realized what all these people were. Vampires. Louis ran out of the room suddenly, and ran for his life. Then he saw a mirror and started to cry. He was a vampire too! He turned around and the man stood in front of him. he knelt down and looked into Louis’s eyes.

“It’s ok. It is fun being a vampire! I promise you will like it! Then he started listing off cool things you could do while he walked up to the ceiling and back down and Louis laughed.

“See? Its not bad! Just come back and meet some nice people. Then we will teach you how to do all that fun stuff, ok?” The man said.

“sure. What is your name?” Louis said as they walked back to the throne room.

“My name is Vagor, king of the vampires” he said and when they reached the room, the people all had on nice faces and they gave him a cup of red juice. When he drank it, he found it had a sweet yet sort of irony taste, but he liked it. They all laughed when he down the cup and patted him on the back. Then everyone got back to the party. After about an hour of exchanging pleasantries, Elizabeth took him out of the room and down a dark hall. They came to a room with a large furnace and racks of weapons and armor of all sorts. Then Vagor came in and picked up a sword.

“It’s time you learned about werewolves” he said with a serious look on his face. Then started the training. He taught him everything, how to fight with a sword, how to kill a werewolf, the anatomy of a werewolf, everything about werewolves. Then he taught him how to bite, and how to keep your teeth clean. He taught him how to transform. He taught Louis everything he knew. During training, Elizabeth and him became best friends and often did things together. Often they would sword fight, or work on transforming to enhance their abilities. They both liked each other but niether had the courage to take it to the next level. After about 3 months, Vagor called Louis to his throne room.

“Louis, I think it is time you see the outside world again” he said with a wide grin. Louis nodded, and a wide grin came upon his face as well.


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Name: Sarai (Sarah)

Age:15

Race: Human

gender: Female

Hair: Blonde ponytail, some side bangs

Eyes: blue, not huge or small

Height: 5'1"

Weight: 123lbs

Weapon: She could use any sort of projectile weapon, but she has had no experience with weapons other than that. If she were to choose a weapon, it would have to be the dagger her father uncovered for her from World War 2. She plans on getting it from her father, but for the time being, she carries no weapon.

Armor: None. She has never had need for armor until now.

Strengths: She can easily dodge things, will not give in to temptation or intimidation. But because she hasn’t been trained in any special way, her other strengths have yet to appear. She will be able to notice small things, has a distinct paranoia that can help her out at times, and her memory serves her well in dire situations. She is very good at predicting the outcomes of events as well. She has quite good aim with projectile waepons, and can find anything around her to throw. Her creativity is a plus.

Weaknesses: Love. She has always been sensitive to the subject. Her feelings can sometimes leave her off guard. She also has a tendency to give up if she feels overpowered. She can be scared easily. She prefers not to fight at all, and cringes at the sight of blood.

Skills/magic: No skills but for the uncanny ability to guess what people are thinking and feeling. Perceptiveness.

Appearance:

Personality: Raised to be smart and successful. She has a highly sensitive side but is prone to anger. Her temper can flare unexpectedly. She denies the fact that her mood swings can lead her to trouble. Once alone, she is quiet and calm. She prefers it that way. Friendly to most, she can relate to almost any situation. Only if someone treats her badly will she respond with anger. She keeps to herself. Her friends have always tried to help her through past troubles, but she has never wanted to trust them. Her strange personality can sometimes make her a bit unpredictable.

Biography: Since birth, Sarah had been a happy child. Her years as a toddler were filled with joy. She lived with her father, mother, and sister; and even though they did not have the most wealth or possessions, they were happy. They lived in a small house in the suburbs for 8 years until Sarah’s parents split up. The devastation that followed affected the family for many years to follow, and Sarah grew depressed to the point of needing medication.

Through her tweens and early teens, Sarah could not find anything about herself to like. She hated the way she looked, felt, talked, walked and laughed. Her days in school made things no better. She was able to make a few close friends, and her low self-esteem boosted enough to get her through junior high.

As she progressed through her freshman year of highschool, Sarah began to notice subtle changes in society. People were beginning to go to the extremes in fashion and popularity. She finished her freshman year disgusted with how the world had transformed.

In her confusion, she would sit ouside by the small tree in her backyard and throw any sort of pointy objects she could find: rocks, sticks, even some knives from the kitchen, at the tree. It helped her think, and she became very good at throwing that sort of projectile weapon with accuracy.

Late one night, Sarah packed her things and left her home in the suburbs, leaving only a note:

‘Dear family, I have decided to search for guidance... don’t look for me.’

Her note was scribbled in haste, and Sarah did not care how corny it sounded. She was ready to be on her way.

She gathered whatever money she had and walked along the many fields that surrounded the suburban area. With nothing else to support her, her only worry is where she will find a place to rest.

Sarah changed her name by choice. She figured that if she was to start somewhere new, she should have a new name. Looking at her name’s origin, she changed it to Sarai, which was the original name of Abraham’s wife in the Old Testament of the Bible.

Sarai wishes to be able to make a difference, learn skills that not many have heard of, and of course learn how to use a weapon. She looks at the stars, for she feels connected with them and their vastness. She believes that she was placed on this Earth to do something big, something that will mark history forever.

Name: Uichidae(ooh-EE-chi-day) Mirorin(MIIR-ror-rin) (finally giving him a surname, but still call him Mirorin)

Title/call sign/nickname/etc.: Master Elementalist

Age: Has frozen himself in the age of 22 years old, he looks younger now than he did a year ago. His actual age is 29 years, though he never let on to that.

Species/Race: Human/Elemental

Sex: Male

Weight: 221 lbs.

Height: 7'4”

Weapons: Two concealed stiletto daggers up his sleeves, Zetsumei and Shouten. As well as a unique weapon that looks like a long-handled knife but has an extendable chord with a long reach, making it act like a whip if needed. He carries a garrote(a thin wire with wooden handles on each end used by assassins to choke the life out of their victims) on his belt within easy reach, as well as three kunai(throwing knives with short handles and small rings at the base that comfortably fit a finger) strapped to each thigh in easy reach. His weapon of choice is Rakurai, an extremely long, slightly curved sword with an Emerald in the pommel; he wears this on his back. (We’re not talking Sephiroth, for lack of a better reference, but it comes awfully close to the ground which is impressive since it is hanging off the back of a man with his stature.)

Armor: Durable clothes that withstand more than any normal fabric could. He enchanted them not to break as long as his magic holds out. Mirorin isn’t one to look ragged, and since they don’t break, protection is almost that of armor. He’s dressed like a nobleman, in a lush royal blue vest over a clean white shirt and dark brown pants.

Personality: A usually calm and peaceful seeming Scholar with little on his mind but studying as of late. He is however a legendary warrior of godlike skill. He can be fierce and fights with single-minded intensity. He never backs down from a good fight; however the odds may seem to disfavor him, although he knows when to admit defeat if he truly can't win. A likeable personality makes him a popular guy when he's in public, but he usually stays secluded. He is very refined despite this and is quite polite. A few dark thoughts now and then slip his tongue but he holds most rude thoughts inside. His fighting style seems like that of a berserker at times, but he is usually in better control of a situation than it would appear and is not easily panicked.

Accessories: An amulet around his neck enhances him further beyond human ability and gives extra flow to his mana, making him a more formidable opponent. He also wears a headband with runes on it that assist in energy focusing and relieves the stress on his brain for complex mana-work.

Appearance: A tall man with long blonde hair half contained in a ponytail to the small of his back and emerald green eyes. His hair is kept out of his eyes by a black bandana with symbols scrawled on it in white. He wears a royal blue vest over a white shirt and brown leggings and is quite attractive. His sharp features give him an almost angry expression usually, but he is really a pleasant person. His posture is only slightly bent, and he is fairly muscular but not what anyone would call "buff."

Skills/Magic: Mirorin can control the elements at will. Despite past difficulties he has become proficient in every element he has knowledge of. There are ten, and these include: lightning, fire, ice, water, earth, wind, sound, light, dark, and chaos. He can enchant his sword with elemental power, making it glow, and use various elemental skills from shields to blasts of mana.

Elemental Orbs: Mirorin can group his elements into orbs containing a fusion of elements. The nomenclature for this is about as simple as the number you’re using, it just gets more complex the more elements he uses. For two elements, it’s easy; the former simply becomes an adjective to the latter. “Orb of Fiery Chaos” is a nice example. This can’t go any further, so words change and stuff gets wordy: “Orb of Resounding Fiery Darkness,” for Sound/Fire/Dark. I suppose from then it gets confusing and whatever comes out of Mirorin’s mouth(thus, the writer’s interpretation of my ground rules), that doesn’t sound ridiculous, works. “Orb of Electro-chaotic Fire-light” would be how I would do four. It just looks better as two compound words, I won’t be picky about the names if you want to combine things. However, for two-part combination of certain elements we need new words, but it’s very simple and mostly common sense. Fire + Water=Steam, Ice + Wind=Blizzard, etc. if you can think of any others. This helps with your earlier nomenclature or if you are simply working with the two. These are used both offensively and defensively, much like uncombined elements.

Orb of the Ten: This is the fruit of all your labors with the above system, you get a special, easy name for using all of them. In this attack his ten mastered elements become a swirling rainbow ball that fits easily in his palm but glows unimpeded even when he grips it, misleadingly making it appear as though it consumes his hand. This orb can be used many ways, a bludgeoning tool of tremendous force, an energy wave, or a power ball(it would increase in size first). This is his most powerful technique, as well as his only purely offensive one.

Strengths: Mirorin is incredibly fast and very difficult to land a blow on as he can even control his attitude when in the air. He is also very skilled as a fighter and proficient in his magical arts. Mirorin also has incredible physical stamina and is very intelligent.

Weaknesses: Mirorin has little in the ways of defense, as he wears no armor and is easy to hurt if he is hit. He also relies very heavily on his elemental powers and if those are disabled or otherwise useless against his foe he has trouble finding battle strategies to use. He’s prone to irrationality if stressed, and loses his temper with enough provocation.

Biography: Formerly a warrior of light, he no longer holds claims to any but his closest friends. The Oblivion Alliance might still consider him an honorary member, as he is one of the original founders and not yet dead. He now heads an organization known as the Ragnarok Clan (which can be joined by PMing me of course), and as always loved a challenge. He was there in the overthrow of Ketsueki and considers himself almost kin to Rein Aeria, the holder of Tomes Bronze, Silver, and Gold. Mirorin comes originally from a world where outside contact is unheard of, and magic of all kinds is forbidden. Corruption in the government has led to a dictator coming to power by using magic and brainwashing a select few into royal magicians to rule the people with an iron grip.

Explanation of Mirorin's power:When Mirorin learned to use Elemental powers he did so in something of an incorrect way. His incantation said to bring the elements unto him, rather than bring them to him. This would normally be a slip of the tongue with an honest intention, but turned out a very serious mistake. He bound his soul to the first element that would take him, electricity. Because of this he was akin to an Elemental, which is a being of their respective element, but still mostly human. This gave him, he later understood, the ability to increase his strength in the element and even learn new ones. His power is atom based and stems from within him on a nearly unlimited source. He can deplete his flow with intense casting of large spells, but no one spell is large enough in his regular form and it will refill completely within 10 seconds. However large movements and long battles may begin to wear on his mind, which is put under heavy strain when he uses his powers.

Muteki
Mirorin has ascended normal Elementalist powers because of his Elemental blood from the mishap, but fully embracing his powers and letting loose all of his energy results in all of his abilities being TREMENDOUSLY heightened for a short while, as well as expanding his mana aura and making his body crackle with energy. His features change and become even sharper, and at this point he seems extremely pissed off even when he's in a good mood. His normally golden hair becomes silvery white and his irises glow purple. Anyone with the ability to access mana can see his semitransparent lavender cloud now, and for those who can't the air around his body seems to shimmer. Due to the tremendous force generated and the swirling mana cloud small rocks and such may be lifted from the ground. Mirorin not only becomes godlike in offense in this form but also all but impervious to physical attacks in this form. The meaning of the name is Invincible.

Orb of Tenfold Destruction:Available only in Muteki and above, this is much different from Orb of the Ten. Instead of elemental mixing, all elements are used in pure form. They are higher in power than any regular attacks, and available at the ready because of the nature of the attack. It starts identical to Orb of the Ten, but the rainbow orb separates into the ten separate orbs, which remain connected to Mirorin’s hand by thin energy threads as they circle around. The swirling balls are harmless, until put into force. The attacks are launched as giant arms spreading from the orb they correspond to. In this pure form, the target is engulfed by the element it is struck by, so allowing oneself to be grabbed by the hands is out of the question if survival is the goal. Shielding is for the most part insufficient, and some form of resistance to the element is advised if you wish to bear the attack head on. Against the First of “The Four”-The Runic, Am’arul- This attack was devastating, almost killing him. But the result was one narcissistic Magi nearly destroying Mirorin and Rein.

Kensei Muteki
In a burst of intense emotion Mirorin can ascend the Muteki form and become Kensei Muteki, Super Invincible. His brain activity is actually increased making things that used to tax him mentally now easy to manage. His power flow is also more openly tapped than when regular or Muteki, making his attacks all more powerful without him having to try any harder. He also gains physical power and his muscles visibly grow, giving him a deceptively bulky appearance, as his already amazing speed is greatly raised. His appearance is also greatly changed from regular Muteki. His mana now glows emerald green and golden sparkles fly off of his body., and his physical features return to their original color, except that now his golden hair shines and sparkles as though struck by direct sunlight, even in darkness. And his eyes become solid emerald and glow brightly through his cloud of energy. His elemental attacks now pack such a punch that they explode upon impact in a brilliant shower of the specific element. This form can not be used by Mirorin for an extended period of time and he will be unable to do even Muteki for a while if he is forced to exit this form.

Kouseitan'i seiryoku haipa-katachidzukuru
This is element strength hyper-form, the ultimate evolution. Mirorin has only called upon this once, alongside his best friend Rein versus an organization known only as “The Four.” They were the most powerful magi in the universe: The Runic, The Obsidian, The Nature, and The Azure. In his lower forms, Mirorin could not quite parallel the weakest of them, but with this form, (despite corny nomenclature), he and Rein were victorious. The transformation itself is incredibly painful, his muscles tensing erratically, bulging in fits of pure agony for the Elementalist. His now super-dense muscle mass almost ripping his skin before a series of combustions erupt throughout his body, his physical appearance loses definition, then all tangibility as he becomes a specter of pure mana. His eyes fade between neon green and bright violet and the only discernable features are his oblong head and horrific arms. This form doesn’t exist physically, though it appears to. Physical attacks pass right through, and most nothing can harm it spiritually either. His power is at full potential, able to unleash his entire reserve of power immediately and be able to do it again within ¼ of a second. This form will last as long as required; and if Mirorin is “destroyed” in this form he does not die, he merely becomes solid again.

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Name: Éncréa
Race: 1/2 Elf, 1/2 Immortal (yes that is a race)
Sex: Male
Age: 11,000
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Blue
Appearance: He has wings and hair that look as if blue elecricity is jolting through them, and his eyes are like pools of deep water. he has smooth skin, untouched by years. He has frigid fire (fire that freezes instead of burns) around his feet when he is in the heat of battle. Here is a link to the pic:

Weight: 20 st
Height: 7 ft

Magic: All power over water, ice and things in between (like snow). However, his other magics are all very powerful as well, except for fire.

Type of fighter: Swords-mage

Weapons: The enchanted sword Éncalatha, and his magic. His magic includes being able to direct the River of War to do his bidding, but only within Requinia.

Strengths: He always looks at things with a calm manner, and so often comes to a good decision. He has powerful magic and his sword abilities are very good. Most mortal weapons cannot harm him, and none can kill him. He can use his sword as a staff so he can use magic and do close combat at the same time.

Weaknesses: He can sometimes take too long making a decision and so ends up wasting precious time. His wisdom hasn't yet taught him not to trust people quickly, as is his nature. He can put others in danger by forgetting what it's like to be mortal, and what it means. He is too focused on healing magic and so doesn't have much defense to advanced magery, except for Water and Fire. Though there is the problem tat he won't always be able to counter a powerful Water magic, thinking that it would be easy to divert, so powrful and crafty mages of Water have an advantage there.

Home: Fountain Palace, inside the capital city of the Land of Water, Merecina.

Personality/Attitude: Quick to most action unless it involves fighting, which he will always try to find a way around because he views battles and wars as pointless and destructive, and he would rather use his healing magic (the main attribute to water magic). He always tries to be kind, and obviously his life span is going to mean that he's very wise, even though he may appear like a 20 year-old.

Requinia is an island far away from any main continent and thus its civilisations are very separated and don't much care for the outside world, their island is a world of its own. It is split up into eight lands (going in clockwise order from the north-west); Land of Water, The Twilight Land, Land of Fire, Land of Night, Land of Light, Land of Forest and of Stone, Land of Wind, and at the centre of these seven, The Portal Land.
The Portal Land, however, is a barren world of grey all existence smudged and smeared, all colour bleached. It was ruled by Lancantir when the Eight had been created, however he had turned traitorous and his land had wilted, the inhabitants passing into being the grey shadows that live there to this day. Now only the Seven remain. Each land has its own people, and, though they are essentially the same, there is one major difference, each have their own different magic, the Water clan, for instance, have water and healing magic.

Known as the Mist Master to his followers on the island of Requinia (you probably hav no idea wot i'm on about so go to http://ologclub.piczo.com and sign up to get access to the magazin Ology world which will tell you all about this) he is the eldest of the Seven, but was the secon