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Name: Jjhayt`Elja

Gender: Female

Mate: Hugo

Appearance: Colourful, bizarre, pale... and dark.

Style of Dress: The hat, the pipe, the feather, and the bands around her neck and wrists are obvious. Other things remain hidden. Form-fitting black clothing and a volumous hooded cloak are her typical choice.

Personal History: Long and turbulent, Jjhayt`Elja retains small memory of her own history. She tends to live in the here and now, and has become used to it by necessity rather than choice - her own indulgences having left her wth a distorted and fractured brain physiology. Opiates, absynthe, laudenum... and the end-products of her all-too-often dangerous (if not fatally toxic) experiments.

Professional History: Sometime ago she had held a respectable enough position as an experienced and highly educated alchemist. The Master Alchemist, her teacher and occassional confidant, had gone beyond tolerance, but she had finally left of her own accord, having given in to long nights and dazed days.

Basic Personality: Aloof, casually calculating, obviously eccentric.

Name - Cil`Ahri

Race - Human, Celtic

Lineage - Unknown

Sex - Female

Height - 5' 5"

Eyes - Green

Hair - Dark Auburn - Straight/Wavy

Complexion - Tanned

Companion - Dhi`ke-de

Education - Formal (Community); Guild School

Guild - Singers (Wanderer)

Cil`Ahri is a drifter; she travels alone - following back roads and thoroughfares by night and day. Unlike many of her kind she is possessed of a Robin Hood complex and so remains poor, carrying few coins and fewer possessions, putting only the welfare of her constant companion, the mare, above all else. Her long riding skirt is well worn and patched here and there with brightly coloured pieces woven into the black material of it.

Her rough linen blouse is frayed at the cuffs and the laces of its bodice hang loose from her confined bosom. She wears no jewelry save the amulet hanging from its thin silver chain - kept tucked away over her heart, and the tiny nose ring she wears with pride to remind herself of her time spent with the gypsies after having been rescued from an untimely raid by someone who pursues her still.

She wears her otherwise hard to control auburn hair intricately braided with beads and bells and coloured twine, tied back together with a thin leather thong. If you pass near her you will get a whiff of horse and hay, and an underlying hint of sandalwood.

She most often enters pushing up her sleeves to reveal tanned arms; a length of leather wrapped around one wrist. Her worn calf-high moccasins scuffle lightly across the floor as she moves with a rider's grace to stand against a far wall a moment before sliding to the floor and sitting cross-legged, pressing her skirt deftly between her legs, setting her saddlebags down, glancing about, her quiet green eyes only slightly suspicious.

Dhi`ke-de is a blur that follows her everywhere. He has nothing in all the world, if not her. He never tires. Never sleeps. It will probably drive him insane, at some time, but not yet. Not yet. He follows and watches and listens and touches her when he can. He knows he's dead and doesn't deserve the warmth of her living flesh, and he's eternally grateful for the kindness she does him in their shared love. She doesn' think it anything less than selfish on her own part, and so returns his gratitude.

This is the best representation I have for this character thus far.

Name: Eizo Ennosuke (aka Jubei).
Sobriquets: the Vagabond (general), the Faceless Wanderer (shape-shifters), the Dagger of Heaven (North), the Lightbringer (East), the Solar Thunder (South), the Descending Sun (West), the Second Sun (Spirits), the the Burning Prince (Gods/Demons), the Anathema (derogatory).



Looks: Not many people know what the vagabond truly looks like as few have seen his face, and fewer have lives to speak of it. There are stories and rumors that he is horribly disfigured and scarred beneath the many and often bloody bandages that cover his entirety. All that is truly known about him is that he rarely speaks, but when he does his voice is low and very gruff.
He has long silvery hair that flows out of the wrapings on his face. The only eye of his you can see is his left eye and it's constantly red and blood-shot. He wears a dirty blue hakama and dark glasses and at first glance he seems to be nothing more than a sickly drifter.
Of those who've been lucky enough to see him in action describe his fighting manor as inhuman and demonic. It is said that he fights with a massive Daiklave blade that is over 6 foot in length from tip to hilt and more than two foot wide from blade to flat and composed entirely of a black, oily glass. However, the only people who tell these tales are mad men who've lost tought with all other reality.

History: Eizo Ennosuke was born over seven hundred years ago. At his birth, the spark of an ancient God King was placed within him and it fused with his soul. Throughout his existance he has walked the world searching for why he is. In that time he has achieved many great deeds, and earned many great friends; however, he has also made many great and powerful enemies.
A curse placed on him early in his live has made it impossible for him to keep close friends or find love and forced him to remain a lonely drifter. Any person he becomes close to will inevitably die from this curse in ways most horrible. So he keeps wandering and goind his deeds and one day he hopes to be rid of his curse.



Role Play: The vagabond is a very reserved person. He doesn't like a lot of conversation as he fears such would lead to another death from his curse; he is extremely paranoid about his curse. Should he hold himself responsible for a death, he will move on again to another place and likely never return. He cherishes live in all its forms and he cannot bear knowing that he is responcible for destroying so much of it.

So also, the vagabond hates being touched and he hates being called by anything more familiar than Jubei. Nick names or pet names means that a person if familiar with you and even likes you. He cannot on good conscience allow this.

However he will do everything in his power to help someone, though they will rarely realise that he had any part on it. He is a master of stealth so much so that he has gained the ability to turn become completely undetectable. If he wishes it, none would be able to see, hear, smell, touch, or even taste his presence (so even serpents cannot detect him). This technique is known as the "Unseen Ghost Walk" and has yet been unparalleled by man.

Should he be drawn into combat, he is a master of unarmed as well as armed combat. He can use most any weapon available to him, and even improvise if need be. Should someone truly evoke his ire he had as his beck "Man's Ruin," a huge Daiklave sword forged of the souls he has slain. With every life he takes the blade becomes more powerful. It is currently about six foot two inches long and two foot wide. Anyone who stares into the blade is likely to have his or her sould sucked out through the eye sockets. This technique not only makes the sword more powerful, but it leaves its victim a withering husk. The pupils vanish from the eyes and the person is reduced to a babling mad man, ranting on and on about his last moments.

White he has an impressive array of abilities and magics, some of his more notable skills include the "All Encompassing Scorcerer's Sight", the "Cirrus Skiff", "Travel Without Distance", "Shadow Scape", "Death of Obsidian Butterflies", the "Rune of Singular Hate", and "Burning Eyes of the Offender."

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And this one as well...

Name:Gin Fennaleeyn Melalucia Kanguade Tsuki (Gin Tsuki)

Age: 18

Mate: She loves what she cannot have, therefore will never have a person to call her own.

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Lineage: Daughter of a powerful priestess who could see the future. Her name was Silver and as her seer powers developed, she slipped further into an unconscious state. Silver was well respected by the people she assisted, however, she never rose to any position of power preferring to travel. Gin never knew her father, however Silver's blood is of unknown orgin yet had alot of magical properties.

Height: 5'3"

Eyes: Hazel, but oddly mistaken for blue in most lights.

Hair: Long and tied back so it's out of the way. It's a dark auburn, yet lightens quicker then normal in excessive sunlight making it seem highlighted.

Complexion: Pales easily with taxing emotions and sickness, yet remains fair on most occasions. Blemishes when stressed.

Education: More educated then most and loves to find the occasion to use it in a productive manner. She's rather interested in sciences.

Personal History: Gin and her brother Crimzon (Crimzon Horro Megumi Tsuki) were nomadic with their mother Silver who served as a wandering priestess and healer. Once Silver fell into a coma, Gin left to seek her fortune while Crimzon left to become a protector.

Profesional History: Jack of all trades - she did what she could to retain her dignity and her life. She was a maid, an actress in a travelling play, an assistant surgeon, a flutist, a story teller, a dancer... currently she's an assistant cook.

Personality: Like her profession it varies. Mostly she seems distant like she's not really all there, she has her head in the clouds and won't let anyone take it out. She can be moody when under pressure, but most the time she likes to keep things cheerful even when she's feeling sorrow.

Apperance: She'll try to keep herself neat and tidy, but usually she looks a little bit on the scruffy side. Likes to dress like the people around her, a habit she picked up from being nomadic. Whenever she's out on her own she'll wear thick dark leggings and a plain brown sleeve less cotton dress with pockets. Underneath her dress she has a dark wool long sleeve shirt to keep her warm and her skin covered. Likes to look plain and ordinary.

Likes: Warm food, charming charismatic people, dancing, stars, puddles, nature, fire, good conversation, philosophy and science.

Dislikes: Being touched excessively - quick contact is fine but she wouldn't like a hand resting on her shoulder (especially skin on skin, makes her nervous). Gin doesn't like loud noises nor loud people.

Name: Kazumi (just Kazumi)

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 19

Height: 5' 4"

Eyes: black as coal and they take in every bit of information around them

Hair: never seen because it is always covered by his mask

Lineage: unkown, he was found on the steps of a ninja school when he was just a baby

Personality: like smoke. He drifts around, but unlike smoke he is unnoticed by all, unless he chooses to make himself seen.

Education: all his life he has been trained to be a ninja

Garb: The entirely black robes of a ninja with the black ninja mask

ExtraSpecialSkills: knife throwing/poisons