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Nihilis

Name:Zotte
Age:20
Powa/weapons:Can manipulate sand and wears a pair of Cat claws.
Weaknesses:Water
Appearance: Tall lean build with a gaunt look about him. His hazel eyes have light bags under them. His brown hair is somewhat tousled. He wears a black light overcoat with jeans and a button down shirt..
Bio: Zotte was young when the sky rained demons, maybe 15 or 16. His home was torn apart and his family too, right before his eyes. Some would become angry, some would become sad. Zotte just became numb. His power awakened that day, Zotte learned he could control sand. But never thought much of it. He just lives out his life hiding his power, not wanting to be made into a spectacle.
Persona:Quiet and reserved, and with a mild case of apathy, he is openly cynical. He holds in any and all pain, think of a shaken bottle of champagne, sooner or later he's gonna burst.

ShadeoX

Name: Shadeo Shadia
Age: 26
Powa's and weapons: Has the power to comunicate with animals. And can use Shadow Magik. He weilds a long sword and bow+arrows.
Weaknesses: Useing his powers too much, earth magic, beautiful girls, and bad jokes.
Appearance. Wears a black cloak and black leather aromor. He has black pants and studded leather boots.
Bio: He was out hunting with his dad when the demons fell. His dad died protecting him and his mother was killed two years previous. After a month by himself, a stone fell from the sky and crashed near him. He took care of the rock thinking he could get a good price on it but before he could sell it, it hatched into a baby drake.
Persona:He is quite and keeps to himself. The only one he will talk to his his drake. He is couragous but never shows it. He likes adventure and saving people.

Fotari

Name: Artio
Age: 17
Powa's and weapons: Earth Elemental and twin daggers.
Weaknesses: Fire and not much luck with making friends.
Appearance: Long brown hair with light green streaks. A tight green top with slited sleeves that hang loose, green skirt that flows down to my knees with a slit on the left side. A huge brown belt that has my daggers attached to it. Brown boots and wrist bands. Flidais usually stays perched on my shoulder on top of a brown shoulder pad.
Bio: My family was killed by a demon, and that brought upon me, revenge. I discovered my power over the earth a little while later, to my advantage. Every day I seek for my family's killer intent on killing those who would do such a thing.
Persona:I am energetic, passionate, deep, intuitive, and secretive, with a great deal of self-control. I am also willful, stubborn, and easily made jealous. I am a keen observer of people, and potentially calculating and manipulative. I see more of people's deepest motivations than others do, and I have a tendency to be cynical. I am are sensitive and never forget a hurt or a slight—for me, forgiveness can be difficult. My intensity and focus give me a great ability to see a project through despite all obstacles. My strong leadership qualities, incisive analytic abilities, energy give me an edge. I like to flirt with danger and push myself and those close to me to their limits.

Gravewoe

Name: Elythia
Age: 22
Powa's and weapons: Claws, teeth, long sword.
Weaknesses: Water
Appearance: Cat ears, silver hair put up in a ponytail, long cat tail, claws, black tight shirt with torn sleeves, long black dress with a slit on the left side, high black boots, sword dangles on my hip, long black cloak.
Bio: Half cat demon, abandoned by my mother, raised by other cat demons and taken to traveling.
Persona: Distant, cold and generally rude to anyone. Doesn't like to talk and generally spends most of my time alone. Hot-tempered, gets agitated very easily.

XxSetrynxX

Name: Setryn
Age: 17
Powa's and weapons: Bow and arrows.
Weaknesses: Sand
Appearance: (Signature)
Bio: A general loner, Setryn never fit in with other elves. At the height of her rebellion, she died her hair blue which made her ever more unpopular with the rest. Deciding she had enough, she left her village to travel. Caught up in choas when she first left, she learned how to fight showing much promise. After she refused to kill an innocent child, she left with choas against her. She never respected order and will still keep against it. No matter how much she doesn't want to be in the web of this war, she will side with choas if she has too. For now though, she's in between, trying to figure out what else to do with her life.
Persona: Dominant and strong, I know what I want and how I want it. If people cross my path, you can bet they'll pay the price. I'm intimidating and sometimes overly confident, but I'm the reason people get whats coming to them. I protect myself and my friends at all costs- woe be to all my enemies

Kaera StormWind

Character name: Samara
Age: 19
Race: Wolven demoness
appearance: A young girl well built with the body of a wolven bi-ped. Her fur is black and her ears are pretty large for a wolven-demon. she tends to wear a black leather bodice that covers most of her body and a black flowing skirt at times. She has grey on her stomach and chest and Ice blue and white in her eyes. Her smile is devistating and can capture your eye from miles. Her scent is of lily blossoms and dried rose petals, but sometimes she can stench of blood. She has a deep scar on her chest that stretches to her arm from a previous battle that she almost lost. Had it not been for her comrads in the Shadow's rose.
Weapons/magical abilaties: She carried a bound black lether whip equipped with seraded razors entwining it. In her boot holsters she carries two twinsided daggers, Each with the letter "S" embeded into the steele. With those physical weapons she carries mental weapons as well. She has the powers of telekenisis, telepathy, shadow orbing, and anti-gravitation. (Shadow orbing is used as a sheild and antigravitation allows her to levitate and fly for short periods of time.) (thats two weapons...and four abilities..)
Weaknesses: Her scar is very sensitive and vulnerable, besides that her tail is her favorite body part, if its in danger you could get anything out of her.
Bio: Born outside of the hunters hollow, She was born and raised a warrior. Although most of her history is uncertain (*Because she doesnt talk about it*) most can tell it is dark by her carriage in her personality and the way she looks at strangers-.
Persona: She tends to be very dominant towards strangers. but once you warm up to her and visa versa she could very well be the best ally you've ever had.

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Fotari walks down a deserted path, her head bowed. Scoffing, she kicks a rock and throws her head back to look up at the sky. Sighing, she runs a hand through her hair.

"Well Flidais, you tell me why we're here."
I told you, we both sensed another earth elemental.
"Here though. Why here...."
Artio, be patient for once.

Artio smiled as her falcon landed on her shoulder pad, gently stroking him, her thoughts elsewhere.

Artio frowns as her flacon shifts suddenly, jerking her our of her thoughts, and Artio drops her hand to her side. Artio stopped in her walking and looked to Flidais.

Artio there are strangers up ahead.
"There are always strangers. And I am always ready."
There's something like a...I don't know...
"Take flight then."

Sighing, Artio watches her falcon fly off into the sky.

Artio's stomach grumbles suddenly. Artio winces and pokes her tummy just to make sure it wasn't faking. Sure enough, another grumble came. Sighing, she smelt roasting food upon the air. Artio sighs wistfully and her mouth waters. Her stomach gives another grumble.

"Flidais they're taunting me with food."

From in the sky, Flidais gives a screech of amusement.

Flidais swoops down for a moment then returns to his position in the sky. He decides to answer this voice, the voice that was not Artio's, in the language of the birds. Old Irish was a musical tongue and easier for him any way.

Omadhaun, fool, I will not tell you. You must wait for my Cara Mia, my lady. He replies to the foreign voice.

Zotte sat on a bench in the town and looked up as drops of rain began to fall from above and caress his tired face. With a resenting sigh he stood up and began to walk to the bar, everyone who lived in the city met there. The streets hadn't been maintained in years so they'd become weathered and cracked, full of pot holes. Sidewalks were beginning to grow grass between untamed cracks. The phantoms of cars sat upon the sides of the streets and in the middle unused seeming like giant bugs waiting for something.There were a few children playing in the streets and a mother constantly reprimanding them to take caution. Walking up to the bar door Zotte opened it without thinking it was like second nature. The laughter of men and women filled the place, all of them escaping from the harsh reality of how they all lived. The stink of alcohol and sweat filled the air like a sickening perfume. Walking with a disgusted look on his mug of a face up to the bar Zotte sat down. "What'll it be Zotte?" Asked the barkeep rhetorically with a coy grin. "The usual" Replied Zotte with an edge of irriation. With a sigh the barkeep returned with a cup of strong black coffee. Pushing some loose change across the bar Zotte muttered "Thanks." Nodding the barkeep took the money and counted it, curious as to the total amount he'd gotten. Zotte watched as the man finished with a nod and resigned to drinking his coffee knowing he wouldn't be disturbed. Those cretins have hidden from it for so long. But the day will come.