Welcome to Gaia! ::

Name : Bella St. Baptist
Age : 25
Essentials : tool kit & ipod
The first time I saw a person die, I was 4 when my Uncle killed my mother…Instead of sending us to some nice god fearing home in the Midwest, they sent my brother & me to live with our father whom we’ve never met until then. Dad, never did much, when he was sober… Dex would later kill him for hurting me. I would have died if it weren’t for Dex,. He was my savior, my light. He gave me a copy of the anarchist cook book before spending two dime in prison. He told me to read up & study, because I needed to be the hellion of the family while he was gone. Shortly after, it was my turn to kill a man. I was in my tree fort, experimenting with your basic Molotov cocktail formula. I threw it out the window into the alley which I assumed was empty. It exploded & I heard the screaming. Our neighbor was working in his compost pile, the bomb ignited the dead stuff, and then consumed him flames. I stood there and watched without blinking an eye.
I was sent away… this was the big mistake. I had to be there when Dex would get out. Though I was torn away from him, I learned a few things, got training in mechanics and metal works. Thank the penal system for my effective, alternative killing styles. I never bothered with education. I got what was required. There was no way you would ever find me working at some greasy spoon or local mall. But I met a man who was seeking a mechanic assistant in a small garage. He’s the one who introduced me to this world. In a way, he looks after me like Dex did. He keeps money in my pocket with these little “jobs” & my parole officer off my back. Mostly freelance work, in this sovereign street gang ruled part of town. Where there is a demand for my kind. I don’t care about their petty problems, he gets out in 5 years. By then we can buy our way anywhere. He’s the only one who’s ever understood me.

Name: Trabin Di'Antallies
Age: Unknown
Race: Post-Celestial Gaian
Eye color: Rotating shades of Blue

History:
Trabin was pulled from an alternate world where he was originally a part of a race called "Dracons," which resembles a race across between Dragons and Humans. In a harsh battle that ripped a hole in dimensional gateways, he found himself on Gaia, Still in his grand battle against the forces of what he would have called Evil, a force that joined together with his rival, a genocidal Engilac, a race that has ash-like angel wings, named Korath, who was bent on destroying every single Dracon in the universe.

In the transfer between worlds, Trabin was altered in form to what is now known to be a Gaian, still retaining some of his original abilities. During his final battle with Korath on Gaia, Trabin fell into Stasis, unknown to the Gaian-changed Dracon, and years later, fell to the ground with none of his prior equipment, and a lack of the currency native to Gaia, of which he had built extensively over the months prior before the final battle.

Now, Scrambling to regain himself, and no longer in the battle between the fallen enemy, he begins a new as a Gaian, learning, and using his memories of his prior life to achieve his final goal: A place within the universe.

Skills:
As versed with almost all weapons except modern projectile weapons, Trabin is well adapted to be an Assassin, especially after his reign as a warrior king, and born into a race who's main teachings is similar to earth's Kung Fu style "Shao Lin."

Now, in a form without the Physical limitations of size, tail, horns, and large wings, His speed is improved, balance increased, but as well as retaining his natural curiosity and influence towards finding details; A trap-finder, Distraction maker, and adept in stealth when needed, he uses currently his hands to disable and/or destroy his target.

Drawbacks:
Due to his unusual history, and indomitable age, Trabin has the issue of having a rather cocky attitude, good at making rash decisions, and can often start into conversations or stories of "when I was your age."

Also, during the stasis, A second entity was emitted from the field, taking something that seemed to gain more from the change than Trabin himself.