Welcome to Gaia! ::

The humans that reside here... or something.

Open for:
RP: Yes
Fling: Yes
Mate: Yes

Name: Paramicha
Meaning: Fairytale
Nickname: Para
Summoned: March 14th, 2010
Soul: A young girl who lived life believing in fairies and myths, died of a mysterious illness. This child died in the care of the human Paramicha now follows around.
Personality: Paramicha is a rather gentle Neverlin with a child-like fascination with the world. She rather enjoys human company, perhaps not knowing that she is, in fact, not a human herself. She does, however, feel a great debt towards the human she follows. She knows the woman did something for her. Something important... She just can't recall what. So she spends her days happily trying to help. Sometimes, her human gets weak when they're together for too long. To let the woman recover, Para goes off exploring on her own.
Other: Para is larger then most neverlin, standing on par with small-medium horses. Though no one knows for sure why this is, Shala theorizes this is because she took Para in and cared for her pretty much the instant she had been created.

Relationships:

Mate(s): Kou Gatuge
Spawn: Detlene, Mazin, Daral






Human:
Shala
Age: 25
Height: 5'5"
Appearance: A slender, but sturdy frame toned from traveling. Her skin is a medium dark tan, rarely scene in the Dragon's Maw... outside of Fare island that is. She has blue eyes, and dresses in robes not seen in the red kingdom or the neverlin cult.
slightly inaccurate tektek
Occupation: Medical cleric, wanderer
Homeland: Fare island
Personality: Good natured and caring, she tries not to take words to heart when they're said in anger. She does, however, get very attached to the people she meets. Shala is highly secretive.
Other: If you think she's hiding something, you're right. Shala is an old soul, meaning it is likely she's lived other lives before this one. Curiously, there's a faint aura of demons around her which seemed to attract Kage to her.

Shala's story:

Shala comes from the Fare Island. She was given a rare gift of healing magic which was discovered at a very young age. Her blue eyes, almost unheard of among her village sealed her fate as being a priestess to Luminesca, the goddess of water. Her parents easily gave her to the temple, proud that she would serve the goddess. But politics in the temple were strange indeed. While her gift was nurtured and encouraged, she was not allowed to use it outside of the temple. Even when people came to the temple for healing and guidance, they were often denied and turned away. It grew to where only the richest could come to the temples. Shala knew this was wrong, as did many other of the priests and priestesses of Luminesca's temple. One night, a group of priests from the temple told Shala they were leaving, knowing she felt the same as they about how the temple was being conducted.

However, forsaking the temple would be a death sentence if they were caught. There was no longer a safe place on the island. A crude ship was constructed, and with prayers to Luminesca for calm seas and a safe journey, the small group set off for Dragon Maw's mainland.

The storm that struck them seemed like a fitting punishment for angering their watery goddess, and the ship was destroyed before reaching land. Shala has not seen her brothers from the temple since. She awoke alone on the beach outside of the forest, between where Whitewolf and the Neverlin cultist's base were located. A small group of wood cutters from Whitewolf happened upon Shala when she stumbled into the forest.

No decent man would let a lone woman wander the woods unprotected. Not with the abundance of wolves and Kage in the area. They had Shala stay with them the night before they would head back to town. The woodcutter's camp was razed by wolves that night, and some of the men gravely wounded defending the camp. Being so far from town, it would have been a death sentence. However, no longer forced into submission of Luminesca's temple's misguided rules, Shala didn't hesitate to step in to help the men who were helping her. It was taxing, and quite obviously exhausting Shala as she saved each of the wounded men, but it left her exhausted. The men were faced with a dilemma; mages were all but outlawed in Dragon's Maw by order of the Red Kingdom. Not that Whitewolf served the kingdom. The only mages in the area, that they knew of, were the Neverlin cultists to the south, and weather the Red Kingdom said so or not, the citizens didn't trust those mages as far as they could throw them.

However, she had saved them. The unanimous decision was to bring her back to Whitewolf, and help her recover. It was obvious she wasn't like the other mages they knew of. There was a very tentative trust for the mysterious woman from the sea, but for the time, she was welcome in the city.



The strange healer known only as Shala was finding herself quite at home in the city of Whitewolf. She had befriended the men who saved her, who in turn she aided, and currently resided amongst. She'd grown close to one of the woodcutters named Bryson, his wife Leelia, and their young daughter Sofia.

Sofia loved to sit with Shala and listen to stories from her home village. Tales of gods and goddesses, star princesses and fairies. Every day she wanted to hear more stories.

Winter struck with a vengeance the year Shala arrived at the village, and many people had fallen ill from a strange sickness. Most of the villagers who contracted this disease recovered, however, young Sofia only ever seemed to grow worse. None of the doctors knew how to fight this illness. Shala was praying to Luminesca to heal the girl, and every day, Shala did her best to try and heal the sickness, but she had never known the difference in healing wounds and curing sickness.

The day Sofia turned six, she died.

Bryson and Leelia were devastated; and Shala, for the first time since leaving the temple and Fare Island, felt helpless and lost. Almost as if waiting for this to happen, a man entered the woodcutter's home.

"Your daughter isn't lost." The seedy stranger whispered. "I can bring her back... for a price." The parents were willing to pay everything they had to get their only child back. The stranger dressed head to toe in blood red robes didn't sit well with Shala, but the hope that the young girl might be restored kept her quiet. The three adults were ushered from the room with the child's body. Shala did her best to calm the spirits of Sofia's parents while the strange man was locked away in the other room.

An uneasy chill settled over the house just before the man unlocked the room and welcomed them all inside. He took the money the parents paid for their daughter to be brought back as the three rushed in. The mysterious man left without another word.

Sofia's body was lifeless and cold, but curled up beside the child was a small pink bundle. Leelia screamed when she saw what was in the room. They had been tricked! Sofia hadn't been brought back to them! At least, not how they expected. They were all upset over the deception the man used to take their money, but Shala didn't understand.

Bryson explained that the man was a mage, he was from a cult to the south, and the reason the villagers didn't trust mages. They called themselves Neverlin, and created demons using souls of the dead. Now, they had been tricked into paying that man to create an abomination like this! And he claimed it was their daughter's soul in the beast? Shala once again tried to calm their spirits, but to no avail.

However, the small demon woke, and made faint noises of protest and annoyance at the hysterics around her. Shala unintentionally reached out to calm the little thing. She recoiled when a flood of familiar thoughts touched her. They were jumbled, and frantic, but faded quickly.

"Stories... Luminesca. I want to know more. The fairies?"

Shala was conflicted. There was only one soul who could speak so gently and be so interested in the tales of legends. It was Sofia. But the hysterics her parents were in broke her heart. "... It... isn't Sofia." Shala lied. "That man robbed you." There was a moment of silence, some ease settled over the hearts of Leelia and Bryson. Their daughter was at rest then. She wouldn't be forced to live as a demon, or so they thought.

"Bryson, please... please get rid of that thing." Leelia stared at it as it lay beside Sofia's prone body. "That thing will cause us nothing but trouble."

"I'll take it to the woods then. Fetch me my ax."

"Please wait." Shala said looking up at them. "... You may not care for the thing this poor soul has become... but it is still a life. To end it would be cruel, wouldn't it?" She couldn't let them kill Sofia. "I... I'm curious about this creature, and the magic that man used to make it. It seems a strange gift- or curse- from the gods themselves to be able to create such a thing." She looked at them pleadingly. "I will take it from the village. I wish to know more about it."

"It's dangerous." Leelia said, horrified.

"Most are anyways. Not many take kindly to those creatures. You have always been a strange one, miss Shala." Bryson shook his head. "I can't let you-"

"I can't let you harm a life that has done nothing wrong!" Shala looked back at the baby creature beside her. "Come sunrise, we will leave." Leelia and Bryson looked at each other. Bryson shrugged. It seemed there would be no stopping Shala from protecting the creature.

"You... you're too kind-hearted, Shala. If you keep that, nothing will be easy for you ever again." Leelia warned. "Stay with us, get rid of that thing and stay here."

"I can't. I've done a great disservice to you both. I was unable to save Sofia, and now my very spirit aches knowing I've failed." She knew she needed to go in search of a way to save more people. "I cannot stay."

There was a long, strained silence between the three of them, and the demon had calmed down again, rolling over and laying against Shala's leg. "...At least stay until we've laid Sofia to rest. She would have wanted it that way." Leelia asked.

Shala agreed, and stayed in Whitewolf until the day Sofia was buried. She then took the demon and bid the people she'd come to care for farewell.

Though she knew the soul was the child she had grown to love, Shala couldn't bring herself to call her Sofia any longer. Instead, she named the baby Paramicha. "It means fairy tale." She told the demon when it learned simple words, and continually asked her "Why?" Sofia had been a bright child, and though she held very few, fragmented, scattered memories of her human existence, she grew comfortable in her her demon form and quickly began grasping how to speak, though it seemed the words were not physically spoken, and Shala would only hear the child's thoughts.

From then on, Shala carried the burden of her failure with her, caring for Paramicha, Sofia's soul, and trying to make amends for what she had done.

Open for:
RP: Yes
Fling: Yes
Mate: Yes

Name: Kocho
Meaning: Button
Nickname: N/A
Summoned: August 12th, 2011
Soul: Lonely old miser, died alone and unloved.
Personality: Cynical and spiteful, with a resentment towards humans.

Relationships:

Mate(s):
Spawn:










Human:
Elyan
Age: 31
Height: 5'8"
Appearance:
Occupation: Vagrant
Homeland: Red Kingdom
Personality: Devious and deceitful, only looking to save his own hide.
History:
Other: He was his own downfall

Based on the RED WATCH prompt from Halloween 2011

Elyan sat, poking at the embers of a fire that refused to stay lit. What did he do to deserve this? All he wanted was power, respect... to be feared. Instead, he was shunned, mocked! Why?

On the other side of the fire pit sat the reason. The orange demon stared back, blue eyes glowing menacingly as he watched the human. Elyan scoffed and flopped over. He had a thin bed roll that did little to fight off the chill of the late autumn. With a grumble, the human tried to sleep. Kocho watched his human to remain well, and he was likely to become ill if he slept in the cold. That wouldn't do, because then he'd need to find another source of life. It was becoming harder and harder to find humans who wouldn't try and kill him, so Elyan had to last for a while. Kocho settled beside the human, curling around him to offer what warmth his unnatural form could.

It was the barking in the distance that had first alerted Kocho. The demon's head was instantly raised, ears perked. He began to growl. Elyan elbowed the demon to make him shut up, but then he heard it too. Someone was coming.

"s**t." The man grumbled, running fingers through his grey-peppered hair. He started getting up, but Kocho curled a clawed appendage around him. "Let me go, Kocho." The man ordered, but the demon only dug claws into his human. This gave Elyan an idea. He could be rid of this demon, and perhaps get in good graces with the local magistrate. "LET ME GO YOU ******** BEAST!" Grabbing the nearest object, Elyan smashed a piece of wood into the demon's muzzle.

Shocked, Kocho released the human, leaving deep gashes in the man's arm. The pair stared at each other for a moment. There was a cruel glint in Elyan's eyes, Kocho returned the gaze with irritation. "Beast, you're nothing but trouble." Owning a demon didn't strike fear into the harts of people, making them bow to him. They shunned him, and would send guards after him. "Go back to the hells from which you were spawned." Kocho growled and in irritation lashed out at the human.

The hoof falls were fast approaching. Kocho's claws made contact with Elyan's face as the man turned to run- right towards the approaching guards. There were shouts now, though Elyan couldn't make out the words. He dashed through the low laying bushes before shouting "DEMON! There's a demon! Help me!"

The man's words stung Kocho's ears. His human betrayed him. Hackles raised, Kocho couldn't exactly blame the man. He wished to save his own life, as Kocho yearned to prolong his own. He slowly turned his back, starting to slip away from the camp. He needed to get away from here. Elyan would tell the bad humans where he was, and with the marks Kocho left on his skin, it seemed as though he'd attacked the human.

There was nothing left for him here. With a final look over his shoulder, he shook himself out and began to run. The bond between demon and human was severed. It was a strange feeling. The life that he'd been able to feel since waking in this demonic form was suddenly no longer with him. Kocho decided it was best to be a lone wolf.

Elyan had the attention of two mounted men as they searched for signs of demons in the area. He was telling them were he had been camping and attacked by a demon. The head of the guards nodded to his companion, sending him ahead with the dogs. "Poor soul." He sneered. "Being tainted as such by a filthy demon." He leaned over in the saddle, sword drawn and the blade under Elyan's chin, tipping his face up so they were staring into each others eyes. "Fear not, your suffering has come to an end." The soldier ran his sword through Elyan. "I release you from the torment of the demons. May your soul never return to this world." He turned his horse and kicked his heels into it's flanks. There was still a demon to find after all.

Open for:
RP: Yes
Fling: Yes
Mate: Yes

Name: Detlene
Meaning: Spirit of dead children
Nickname: Detty or Lene
Summoned: August 14th, 2011
Soul: A "madam" who is used to getting her way, having everyone listen to her, and shower her with attention.
Personality: Spoiled, self important, entitled
Other:

Relationships:

Parents: Paramicha, Kou Gatuge
Siblings: Mazin, Daral
Mate(s):
Spawn:









Human:
NAME
Age:
Height:
Appearance:
Occupation:
Homeland:
Personality:
History:
Other:

Open for:
RP: Yes
Fling: We'll talk
Mate: Technically Panja. Kind of.

Name: Leshyae
Meaning: Helpful spirit
Nickname:
Summoned: August 22nd, 2011
Soul: A knight, fallen in the line of duty.
Personality: Loyal, protective
Other:

Relationships:

Parents:
Siblings:
Mate(s): Panja
Spawn: Fusui, Martiya, Amira, Dook, Ambol






Human:
Panin
Age: 9
Height: 3'9"
Appearance:
Occupation:
Homeland:
Personality:
History:
Other: Orphaned when her village was found to be harboring Kage, everyone and everything in the village was destroyed

Open for:
RP: Yes
Fling: Yes
Mate: Yes

Name: Martiya
Meaning: Spirit of the night
Nickname: Marty
Summoned: October 5th, 2011
Soul: A thief, caught in the act. Put to death for crimes against the crown.
Personality:
Other:

Relationships:

Parents: Leshyae x Panja
Siblings: Fusui, Amira, Dook, Ambol
Mate(s): Cheuri
Spawn: Kedi, Ayi, Fafnir







Human:
NAME
Age:
Height:
Appearance:
Occupation:
Homeland:
Personality:
History:
Other:

Open for:
RP: Yes
Fling: Yes
Mate: Uh... It might be Greer?

Name: Baxt
Meaning: Fate
Nickname:
Summoned: November 4th, 2011
Soul: Hugh Hefner A man who just loves the ladies
Personality: He likes the finer things in life. Good food, strong drinks, and babes. He will look at any pretty female that comes his way, but only look.
Other: He seems to have taken a shine to Greer. Though no official mating has happened, he seems reluctant to do something to hurt her, like flings with other females.

Relationships:

Parents:
Siblings:
Mate(s): Greer
Spawn: Maitho, Kralis, Apalie
Fling: Ferromis
Spawn: Harika, Mara, Vieux








Human:
Raphael
Age: 44
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: something like this or like this when he was younger
Occupation: Neverlin
Homeland: Riverline Settlements
Personality: He is a seedy, weaselly little man that breeds Kage for profit. Baxt is his unfortunate companion.
History:
Other: Raphael is a rather powerful mage, and has Baxt afraid of him. Should the Kage displease him, or not preform to his standards, Raphael will not hesitate to harm or even kill the poor boy. It is why Baxt, under serious protest, is breeding stock for the man.