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See me in the light of the full moon...
...but never deny them of what they truly see.
Name: Dragea Adara Draconis
Nickname: Dragea, Dragon, DDra, Smurfette(Mostly by Hawkeye, Trapper, and B. J.; naturally.) and other things, if you can think of them.
Gender: Female
Age: 22.
Rank: Just your average military girl. (Doesn't like to go by her rank, but she's a Colonel)
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 137 lbs
Likes: Animals, reading/writing, music, helping others, and laughing.
Dislikes: Seeing others suffer, even if it means taking pain herself; those who are mean to others; those who don't appreciate life as it is; and halflings that side with Korea.
Sexuality: Genophobic and defensive.
Military or average skills and special abilities(if any): is skilled with many forms of weaponry, but that's about it. She also has a fairly powerful voice that several people have commented her on, though she tends to disagree; an innate ability for writing, which she will agree on; and is also a pretty skilled cook and fighter. Outside of that, she has minor mental abilities, really good hearing, and the ability to use a sort of alchemy.
Weaknesses: Aside from the full moon, I have my five other main weak points. In order of least favorites to not so bad points; it'd go my ears, the back of my neck, my back, the joint connecting the neck and shoulder, and the stroking or rubbing behind the left earlobe and the left side of my neck.

If I hear a loud and high-pitched noise, I'll scream from the pain and eventually be knocked unconscious. If someone hits the back of my neck, I'll fall limp and unable to talk or move. If hit between my shoulderblades/wings, I'll fall unto all fours, immobilized from the immense pain. The joint connecting my neck and shoulder only serves as a sort of shut-down for about an hour. Lastly, If someone strokes my neck or whatever, I'll at first tense up, but then I'll relax to the point where I'll forget my priorities and for a short amount of time, listen to the voice of the person that stroked my neck.

As for my dragon side, I have one main weakness. Strong lunar rays. When they are at their strongest, during a full moon, I can be forced into my dragon state, unable to do much besides fly. Even my hearing is weakened to just slightly more accute than a normal humans. She tends to counteract this by requesting three-day leaves. As she has good connections and does as she's asked, she gets it.
If not complete human, what are you? Dragon halfling, and damn proud of it! *nods indignantly*
Side in the war? The US, of course. It is her homeland, after all.
Crush: Radar, mostly because they're very similar, and she appreciates that h cares about animals of all kinds.
Theme Song: "Faith, Love, and Happiness" by TFK
Personality: Dragea is a normally kind, caring girl. She enjoys helping others and normally won't lose her temper. She can tend to get along with anyone, even Koreans and Americans that aren't halflings. She is very musically dependent, and even if she hasn't a flute or piano or anything on her, she'll sing until she feels content. She's very optimistic and willing to take pain for the sake of others, this including halflings and non halflings alike. If it means to help another, she'll brush it off as if there was no pain, even if it's obvious that she is. However, she isn't soft when it comes to action. She can be just as tough and intimidating as most men, and just as skilled, too.
Bio: When Dragea was little, her mother had asked her not to let her original side show in public. For the most part, she listened to her mother. When she was 8, they were out of town and in Korean country for some trip, they had spied on them and saw Dragea in her original form. Her mother managed to convince them that it was her that the Koreans had seen and killed her in front of Dragea. Her father then pulled her and her brother away and fled the country, therefore saving their lives.

Dragea felt very guilty and cried for nearly a week, until she got it together. Though it was a painful memory, she was able to continue on with her life. Surprisingly, neither her brother of father held a grudge against her. However, her brother joined the army a year and a half before Dragea. He had died in a sniper attack on Dragea's 16th birthday.

Needless to say, Dragea took it extremely hard. The next day, she told her father she wanted to join. Very reluctantly, he agreed. After several months in, she became well-respected in her unit. After so long, they finally ended the war, or so they thought. She had been one of the people caught in the sneak attack and one of the severely injured, though she'd still tell you that it wasn't as bad as it looked and have you attend to someone else.
Other: Knows many languages, due to several resources and her father being a language professor of a top school.
Controlled puppeteer: Dragea Draconis

Please don't fear me... I don't have rabies, you know.
Name: Sister Sarai Snell
Nickname: Sister or Sarai
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Rank: 2nd Lt
Height: 5'3''
Weight: 101lbs
Likes: Oh many things. Nature, the good book, animals, singing, dancing, helping others...
Dislikes: Disrespect, excessive drinking, violence (although I'm not afriad to use fource!)
Sexuality: I'm straight thank you very much. But as far as you're concerened I am off limits! I'm a nun for christ's sake!
Military or average skills and special abilities: I'm a nurse and I'm a good consule
Weaknesses: I get afraid easily, I care too much, and I hate to see others hurt.
If not complete human, what are you? fox
What distinguishes you from humans? Sensitive hearing and I can see at night.
What is your birthmark and where is it located? A cross by my collar bone on the right
Side in the war? USA
Crush: Father Francis John Patric Mulcahy (I know that's so horrible! I'm a nun and he's a priest... it just isn't right)
Theme Song: the Beatles - Chains
Personality: I'm quite fun loving. I'm also compasionate and caring. I love to help out as much as I can. Just be warned, I'm Irish so I have a firey temper. Not to mention I'm part fox so I'm quite dangerous.
Bio: I grew up in Toledo and had gone to school to become a nun. I went away to become a nun, we don't have a good convent here in Toledo yet. I've been working as a nurse/nun at Mercy Hospital in Toledo for a while now, but with the war I decided Soliders needed just as much care as the few patients we had here.
If you want to know a bit more about me, I grew up in the shady part of Toledo and I'm no stranger to crime, death, and destruction because of it. It was harder for me then most people since a few kids had seen me change at a new moon. Made me truely hate what I am, but when I fell back on my faith I learned just how wrong I was to hate what God made me. After going away to convent, I fell in love with a seminarian and still harbor a love for him. I know that's horrible for a nun to say but it's true. I really do think we could've made it work together... but in the end we decided that we needed to follow our 'callings.' I regret it from time to time, but I do love my job. I just wish he could have been a bit more understanding. Sometimes I think he did not want to leave seminary for me because he found out what I was. I hadn't ment to pop my ears and tail in front of him, you know. It was an accident, the thunderstorm had scared me a bit more than usuall, I was sooo nervous that night! But enough about that, now you know PLENTY about me.
Other: I'm a nun and don't you forget it! Oh and seriously, watch out for my temper.
Controlled puppeteer: Sarai Mulcahy

Revaerds Dragon Form.
Name: Revaerd Callasane
Nickname: Reaper, Reave or Reaver
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Rank:
Height: 6ft
Weight: 145 lbs (Not sure on this one, I'm not very good wit weight amounts but he's of a bulky build.)
Likes: The smell of blood and flesh on a battlefeild, sharp swords, revenge and the feeling of defeating a worthy opponent.
Dislikes: Pity, Equality, cowards, weaklings and blunt swords.
Sexuality: Straight
Military or average skills and special abilities: Very skilled with a sword, it doesn't matter what kind. Learns fast and adapts quickly. A keen sense of smell and hearing. His skin is thick which makes it hard to peirce. He is very strong and when he jumps he appears to fly for a breif moment.
Weaknesses: Revaerd is wreckless, he'll often put his life on the line to defeat his opponent. His strength halves in the daylight, his usual sword is useless in confined spaces due to it's length unless he can cut through the object that confines the area.
If not complete human, what are you? Dark Dragon
What distinguishes you from humans? His eyes have no iris' and his k9 teeth are slightly larger then an average humans ones.
What is your birthmark and where is it located? The yang half of a yin and yang symbol on the back of his neck.
Side in the war? US I guess.
Crush: None as of yet.
Theme Song:]I'm not going down- Jonathan Evans
Personality: Revaerd has a superiority complex, believing he is superior to others. He is also quick to temper and hardly cares for anyone. He's what you might call a loner or lone wolf, he fights alone in battle and that's the way he likes to fight, others would just slow him down to sap the fun.
Bio: Revaerd never knew his parents, he was fending for himself at an early age. He had a strange obsession with swords, daggers and knives. Since he had been alone all his life he always felt better doing things on his own. Eventually he joined the military however he still doesn't like conforming to their rules and will sometimes act against them. Revaerd has known for nearly his whole life his other form, he has used it a few times before when it was useful.
Other: Revaerd carries around a large broad sword twice his own size, he uses it in close range combat however he carries many daggers and a gun or two to appease the higher ups.
Controlled puppeteer:Dante Efbo Deshar

Name: Phano Elizar
Nickname: Eli or Phantom
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Rank: Crpl
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 152
Likes: women, occasional drinks, scaring people, possessing inanimate objects, going through things.
Dislikes: blood, war, pain, water, staying tangible for things other than dates and stuff, possessing people, Frank, Margaret.
Sexuality: Straight
Military or average skills and special abilities: Well, like most ghosts even though he isn't actually one, he can go through things when intangible, as well as possess things/people. He's also a medium of sorts, able to talk to those that are trapped on Earth, allowing the dead to give messages to the living. Lastly, he can slow down bleed and death, though he can not prevent death altogether or stop bleeding.
Weaknesses: He can only slow death/bleeding for one person at a time. Also, a lot of what he does takes a lot of energy from him, causing him to sleep off a good part of his day.
If not complete human, what are you? Phantom
What distinguishes you from humans? I glow, isn't that enough? Also, my hair is abnormally black, especially against my white eyes and pale flesh( when it's flesh...).
What is your birthmark and where is it located? It's located on the right side of my forehead and it's quite literally shaped like a Ghost.
Side in the war? The U.S.
Crush: N/A
Theme Song: "The Diary of Jane" By Breaking Benjamin
Personality: Eli is nice, but a bit of a drink and pervert. Pretty much, he's just like a ton of other people. Except he isn't, and being who he is, can be somewhat dreary, but cheery otherwise. He has a bit of a playful side, but isn't as bad as Hawk or Trapper. He tends to keep one girl, until that girl gets tired of him. He just tends to shrug it off, and move on. As far as pranks, though, he only pranks Frank a good portion of the time.
Bio: Eli was always a normal human, all his life. He was a very successful kid, and got a good job in veterinary school. He was always interested in halflings and the sort, and what the differences were in their problems, compared to animals and humans. This was what killed him.

He was treating a young neko that had been attacked by a doctor that hated halflings, and knew his way around medicines that were deadly to certain people and animals. So, when Eli had been able to save her, the doctor took it on Eli. He was killed by his wrath, though by some power, he came back as himself, only as a phantom. Not quite was he a ghost, but he was not human, either.

He rushed back to find the dying Neko and thus found out his power to slow death and bleeding. They were able to save her, but the draft board realized what they had found, and thus started his career in the war.
Other:
Controlled puppeteer: Dragea Draconis

No one yet.

Dragea limped around painfully. It was dangerous like this in Korea, in the state she was currently in. She unfortunately was in her full animal form, bleeding profusely. Were she something like a cat or whatever, it wouldn't have been so bad. Being something like a phoenix, or in her case dragon, it got a person trying to be conspicuous in trouble. Dragons and phoenixes were always halflings, who were at their most vulnerable times.

She sighed, as there was nothing she could do at the moment. She was stuck like this until about 5 PM, a few more hours to go, at the very least. She just continued walking, hoping she wouldn't be spotted until then. She knew the tricks of the trade, as far as blending went, but she would need time to conceal the flaming wings birthmark on her right shoulder blade with make-up.

She finally stopped, out of breath, and in intense pain. She laid down near a lake of sorts, tempted to push herself over and dive in, but she just didn't have the strength to do anything besides sit there, lapping water up slowly. She hoped she wouldn't be snuck up, either. In this state, she couldn't hear to keep her distance, and she move enough to defend herself properly.

Dragea growled at herself, annoyed at being injured so easily. It really flared her anger at the reason for the injury. An idiot Koran saw her start to change and decided on three things that he wanted, neither of which she felt compelled to do. Therefore, he left and came back with a shotgun. She growled at the very thought of him, but took a deep breath and started licking at the bullet wound.

Dragea tensed up as someone sat beside her, she relaxed when she didn't seem to be noticed, getting ready to force herself and sneak away, when she was noticed. She bared her fangs in defense, cringing away, bfre sh realized that she didn't know what she was. That was a slight relief, but she'd have to leave as soon possible. However, when she got up to do so, her feet collapsed under her and winced while letting out out a hiss of pain.

Dragea tensed more, as she was picked up. She immediately growled, and instinctively squirmed a bit, despite the pain. She hated being picked up, with a huge passion. She probably normally would have bitten her, but refrained to her request.