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Loki Dadin:

Age: 20

Race: Common house cat.

Fur pattern: Orange with black stripes.

Homeland: Zyka.

Magic: High level of skill with fire manipulation and creation. No spells.

Appearance: He often wears a cloth sweater-vest with brown and green diamond patterns over a white collared shirt. He wears brown pants on the bottom. He also wears a brown cap he got from being a milk deliverer a year ago.

He is 5'1" tall and somewhat skinny. His eyes are orange, but a brighter orange than his fur. His tail is stripped with black lines like the rest of his body, and the tip of it is white. He normally has a very apparent emotion on his face, be it a large grin, frown, or a scowl, he is very easily read of his emotions.


Bio: Loki was classified as insane by most people in his hometown, as he acted quite...different. He isn't really insane, he just copes with things a different way than most. He is very hard to anger and very friendly to people, making friends with anyone who doesn't find him insane.

He has always had an affinity for various objects he had in his childhood. He always loved toy trains and hats, and he knows how to drive and repair most any car perfectly. He was brought up as a poor child most his life, and learned to appreciate little things in life.

He also tends to walk as close as a wall as possible, yet another instinct of his poor upbringing. Walking in the middle of the street in a bad neighborhood is a very bad idea. One weakness of Loki is he can't really comprehend his own death, and often doesn't weigh it as a outcome of anything, and is often reckless as a result.


History: Loki was born into a very poor family, living in a abandoned house in Zyykv and barely making it to each meal. His father was killed by a thief when he was 8, so he immediately tried his best to take charge for his mother and him.

He later, at age 14 found out his mom had been in love with a very wealthy man and eventually they decided to marry. Loki was so enraged that he ended up leaving the town and lived on his own in Oley. He worked in engineering cars and building various structure's until he was considered a middle class citizen of Zyka. At age 18 he decided to go back to Zyykv and apologize to his mother.

At age 20 he decided he would raise enough money to leave Zyka and travel to Kar'Nah'Kah and live in Jaex, where he could learn more about technology from all the nations.

Name: Arcutieys Goldsen. (he is very rarely referred to as his last name, and rarely tells others.)

Age: 20

Race: Forrest Fox

Colorings: White fur with black scorch-marks all over his body.

Homeland: General character, from Zyka

Magic abilities: high skill in Fire manipulation and creation, with rune-orientated spells.

Height: 4'8"

Quote: "I'm NOT angry, you insolent ignoramus!"


Appearance: Arcutieys normally wears a traditional robe he got from being a member of one of the Zykian brotherhoods of magic. It is black with golden runes on the bottom, and red runes on the end of the sleeves. It has a hood, with no designs on it.

His fur is white, but has some permanent scorch marks from his days training in the magical arts. His head-fur is long and often gets in his eyes or simply gets ash stuck in it. His eye's are a shallow orange color.




Bio:

Arcutieys has a extremely short temper, and tends to set some part of himself on fire while angered. His body, paws especially, has created a reflex that allows him to channel many types of fire magic around him instead of on him, how ever, he needs warning of incoming danger, or at least have the magic be of his creation.

He is also very bad at remembering names, and often simply recalls whatever sounds closest to the name. This leads many to think he is arrogant, and by all means, he is, but it has more to do with just a simple lack of short-term memory.

Arcutieys also is a thief, and if he can get away with stealing something, he will. He is also very easily led into any situation with the promise of money at the end. And even if he suspects there is no money at the end, he would rationalize that he could just steal from the person who wasted his time.

History:

Arcutieys, as a young child, was indoctrinated into a magical society that his father was a high ranking member of. He quickly learned to take life seriously when his life was almost ended by a accident, leaving his fur white and covered in black marks. From then until age 15 or so he did nothing but train, in order to conquer the fire that once threatened him.

However, his brother, who was born at Arcutieys' age 8, became more and more his responsibility. He eventually stopped his progression in the brotherhood he had been a part of for so long, to become a man obsessed with money and keeping his brother safe. He constantly scammed and thieved, and eventually got enough money to travel to other country's. (Thus, becoming a general character)


Likes: Money, fire, gems, money, guns.
Dislikes: Life and water mages, lack of money, jobs, police.

Ability's: High skill in fire magics, Medium skill in hand guns.

Family: Amueyel Goldsen. (Brother) Theodore Goldsen. (Father) Aviksel Goldson. (Mother)

Name: Serif Vjal
Race: German Shepard
Age: 31
Country: Kar'Nah'Kah
Affiliation: Kar'Nah'Kah Loyalists

Appearance: Serif wears a tan colored vest with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. He wears brown pants, with tan and white golfing shoes. He keeps a Exanian pocket-watch in his vest's front pocket.

His fur is shaggy and gray and his eyes are emerald green. He is 6'5" tall and weighs 240 pounds. He conceals a M19.11 pistol and holds a flask of alcohol in his pocket.

Bio: Serif has lived a life of military service. He has gotten experience with nearly every type of gun used in Kar'Nah'Kah, and further. He is often sarcastic and rarely does things any way but his.

He also has a high magical ability, and is extremely adept in earth magic of direct manipulation. He is by no means, however, good at dueling. It simply gives him a bit of edge in combat.

He is a high ranking member of the Loyalist division of soldiers, and often simply his physical stature demands respect, let alone his secret Militaristic standing. His accent is Irish


History: Serif Vjal was born in Az'za, and every day after school saw the various militaristic training's, and all the families that were proud to have a member in them. After living for 17 years watching this, he decided to join the army.

During his placement in the army, he excelled at every challenge and test. His magical abilities allowed him to craft cover for his mock-battles. He would coldly dispatch any number of soldiers sent for him, and was recognized by the government by age 21.

Ten years later, he has gone on many a secret mission, or assassination. He has been awarded several medals from the kings themselves.

Likes: physical challenges, closed spaces, guns.
Dislikes: Being stealthy for a extended period of time, city's without good police, TV.
Personally owned guns: M19.11 , PPSh-40, Springfield sniper.

Name: Miranda Shawma of House Heretic
Age: 429
Race: Cheetah, Vampire.
Coloring: White with grey spots. Red eyes.
Nationality: Cazenra

Physical appearance: Miranda's appearance is dependent on how much blood she has drank and how recently. If she has had her fill recently, as is rarer than her other states, she appears to be in her late 20's or early 30's.
If she has gone a month or two without blood, she will have gradually advanced to her late 30's, and so on, until she caps out at the age she was bitten, age 63, and then is forced to drink blood or finally die. She normally wears traditional robes put on the dead of Cazenra when they are laid to rest.

Psychological: Miranda is a Diviner, a Magician that is able to see vague descriptions of the future, and as such, pays the price of the appearance of insanity. In truth, she is just confusing In her speech. As she sees the future, she often speaks in past-tense, future-tense, or third person, due to the fact that she is somewhat confused herself at which time she is seeing is the present.

She is also a vampire, and often has trouble thinking of people she isn't invested in as food. In her later stages of blood withdrawal, she can only barely resist anyone who has gained her favor, and ANYONE who is sleeping or injured is seen as fair game to her. This also disallows her to be in direct sunlight, however, only in direct sunlight is she harmed. Other forms of light may startle her, and reflections even hurt her, but neither will not cause any permanent damage.

Miranda's very natures assures she gets minimal human interaction. She spent her normal life somewhat popular, and still retains some social skills and a sense of humor, but it is covered by a cold calculating nature like a gem covered in dust and grime.

Other than these aspects, Miranda is reclusive and the color yellow gives her a headache. She is an aspiring Necromancer and has minor skill in fire magic, enough to create a 4 foot long gout of fire for a short time. She has very few physical abilities, her body is normally old and frail, so she is weak in hand to hand combat. But having four centuries to think has made her a very powerful wizard, able to glance in to the Athaer, though not bend it.