~Otherworld~ The sign ups!

[Weasel Overlord]

~Otherworld~
[COLOR=darkred]The Sign Ups!
[COLOR=darkred]An RPG by Weasel Overlord

The Border is failing.

Torran Ylldier fled Telone, tripping over the torn remains of his robes as he went, not looking back. His eyes were blurred with tears of pain and incredulity, and what remained of his wing trailed behind him, limp and bloodied, banging against his shoulders now and again. He winced in pain at each bang, but still he ran.

Torran Ylldier ran as if the very demons of hell were chasing him.

The souls of the dead wailed in glee, their howling terrible to hear for the inhabitants of Telone.

‘Free!’

They dived away form the Border, errant souls hell-bent on revenge. For they hated the place in which they were imprisoned. They had been promised an eternity of paradise. Beyond the Border, there was only pain and sorrow. They would take any opportunity that presented itself to them, and here it was. The perfect opportunity, a weak link in the Border, a crack ripe for the exploiting.
And outside, there were souls waiting to be replaced, bodies to be stolen. Minds to take over.
The opportunity was ripe, and the evil ones took it.

The souls of the dead have escaped their prison, and now they roam Telone freely and unhindered, for there is no way of telling that a body is inhabited by a soul that is not it’s own.
No way but one. Each wrong soul leaves an almost undetectable stigmata in the form of a tattoo. Usually swirling in shape and complex, these tattoos are easily hidden, allowing the souls to do their evil work unnoticed.

The evil ones plan to destroy the Border completely, and when they take over a body, the occupying soul is ousted into oblivion, for without the ritualistic rites of death, they cannot pass beyond the Border.

But first, there is the problem of Torran Ylldier. He flees Telone for the knowledge is too much for him to take. He is one of the few who can detect the stigmata of the wrong souls without seeing the tattoos. This power comes in the form of Aura-Sight, an ability to view a person’s aura as it radiates from their soul. A wrong soul has a negative aura, black or deep purples in colour, and they tend to pulse slightly.

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Each player has a pick from four races; Demal, the Falith-Hai, the Rae, and Old Humans. Race descriptions can be found below, and any player can have a cross-breeding between any of the races. The half-breeds may have more advanced magic, so PM me if you're unsure about it.
There are five Wrong Souls that can be had, and anyone who wants one should say in their sign-up form, in which they should also put the original name of their character, the race of the character, and the name of the soul which now inhabits the body.
Each Wrong Soul has a single power, but it’s entirely up to the player as to what it is. Powers such as Telekinesis or elemental-based ones are fine, but try to be imaginative. PM me of you’re unsure as to what’s allowed...but obviously nothing godlike or ‘uber’ will be allowed.
A few players can have the ability of Aura-Sight, to a limit of three characters. PM me if you want this ability.
In your sign-up forms, I'd like you to put an extract of a post, but make sure it's just an ordinary post. I don't need to see your best work, just an everyday post.
When this is up and running, I'll be wanting a minimum post amount of 1 per week from all players, unless there's a good reason for your absence that has been PM'ed to me or spoken about elsewhere. Too many RPG's die from inactivity!
I would like eight players at most, preferably only two of each race for balance.

Races.

Old Human: Well, Humans, as the name suggests. No specialised powers, but a select few are born with odd traits or weak magical powers. When magical powers are apparent in Old Humans, they range from being healing, to destructive in nature, the intensity of the power based entirely upon the person.
Include any magical powers in you sign-up, but the character must have a good reason for having them...eg: Their family has some Falith-Hai blood in it.

Demal: The Demal are a winged race who are capable of flight. They are a serene race who tend towards meditative studies and they are quite ritualistic in their daily life, often taking hours to prepare something that could be done sooner by any other race.
The Demal are the Guardians of the Border, and so are more susceptible to being taken over by wrong souls, and they have a rudimentary magic based upon the mind which meditation helps to improve. Abilities such as Telekinesis are some of the more common magics along with abilities such as Levitation or Empathy.
Include wing colourings and markings in your sign-ups, please.

Rae: The Rae are a swamp-bound race who love damp and dark places. They tend to be quite short with pale hair colours.
They are a magical race, but their magic finds it’s power from the soul of the wielder. Because their magic comes from the soul, there isn’t really any way for it to be evil, as no soul is intrinsically evil. The Rae magic takes the form of healing and illusionary magic in most, but some have been known to have other powers, that are more destructive in their nature. For anyone wanting more destructive magic for a Rae, PM me with magic ideas or requests.
Include magic type in your sign-up and the strength of it.

Falith-Hai: The Falith-Hai are a symbiotic race who join with plants upon their coming of age. This was originally done as a survival instinct, but it has become a tradition that is fiercely continued. The Falith take their home in forest country and they are very close to nature. They have rudimentary magic, as the Demal do, but the Falith magic is nature-based and involves tree-speech and communicating with other natural beings. Some more powerful abilities include bending the trees to the character's will and Animal Empathy. (For those unfamiliar with D&D rules, Animal Empathy allows a character to enlist the help of animals).
The Falith-Hai’s symbiotic plants have their own natures and names, so be sure to include them in your sign-up, along with the type of magic your character possesses.

Half-Breeds: Half-breeds encompass traits of the races which they are crossed with. For example, a Demal/Falith-Hai may be ritualistic, but close to nature.
Half-Breeds tend to have a more wild and varied form of magic that is close to its parent races, but on most occasions it is stronger.
For magic ideas or requests, PM me, otherwise, add to your form in the normal way.

NO GODLIKE CHARACTERS WILL BE ALLOWED.

Sign up form.

Name: (Self explanatory)
(Wrong Soul name) : (“)
Age: (“)
Sex: (Duh!)
Race: (the races are Demal, Falith-Hai, Rae, half-breeds and Old Human so take yer pick)
Appearance: (Tattoo description is possessed by a wrong soul, wing description if Demal, plant description if Falith-Hai, normal description if Human or Rae!)
Magic: (Corresponding to race)
(Wrong Soul power) : (Self-Explanatory)
Personality: (Easy! Don’t be short, try and add some detail, please)
Other: (other stuff that may/may not be important. Everyone should do something for this, whether stating that your character has a wrong soul or has Aura-Sight.)
Post Extract:

My form.

Name: Torran Ylldier.
Age: 29.
Gender: Male.
Race: Demal.
Appearance: Handsome and tall with elegant, almost elven, features, Torran stands at just over 6 foot. He has long jet black hair that reaches to his shoulders and it is perfectly straight. His wings are black like his hair but the feathers have an iridescent dark blue shimmer to them somewhat resembling those of a Blackbird, and he has pale lilac eyes set under a dark brow that is often frowning. This gives his face a rather sullen appearance, that is only broken by his Spirit Guide, Sulin.
Magic: Torran has a weak type of Premonition, allowing him to foresee events just before they happen, but it is unpredictable most of the time. His magic extends to foreseeing people’s actions before they take them, an area in which Torran is stronger due to his Aura-Sight, but it is still quite weak.
Further meditations could enhance these powers.
Personality: Torran has a tendency to be moody, and he is lost without his daily rituals. During his time as High Guardian, he took great pride in ensuring that the rituals were completed at the same time every day, and he would often meditate for at least an hour beforehand. This behaviour can be explained by Torran’s love of his rank, and his previously lowly status in Telone society. (Explained in History.)
He is prone to bouts melancholy, and he is very serious most of the time, although he is quite witty, he almost never shows this side of himself.
History: Torran came from quite an important family in Telone, his father was the head of the City Guard, but he was an illegitimate child, and therefore are deemed to be the most unimportant in Demal society.
His mother, Synna Bron was widowed, but fell in love with San Ylldier, Torran’s father. She bore Torran out of sacred wedlock so he, unlike his brother, Reimax, was not eligible for the rank of High Guardian. As he was an illegitimate child, he suffered much torment as a youngster, leading him to be scorned by other children, leading to him becoming introverted and quiet, a trait which he finds hard to let go of, even now.
Torran was the youngest Demal to ever achieve the rank of High Guardian, and this made him even more determined to prove himself, performing his daily rituals with zeal.
Upon the first Wrong Soul leaving the Border, Torran was aware of the auras in some of the Demal changing. Becoming darker, and more menacing. The woman he was to take for a wife, Seid Azerith, was possessed by a Wrong Soul, and he caught sight of a swirling tattoo spreading across her back and between her wings when she was changing her clothing. Taking a closer look at her aura, Torran realised that she was no longer the woman he loved.
By this time, Seid had noticed his growing horror at her new appearance, and she turned vicious, thinking to kill him before he told anyone of her secret. A battle commenced, and Torran slew Seid, whether by accident or on purpose, he will never say, but his grief was all-consuming, and soon afterwards he fled Telone, searching for redemption.
Other: He has a spirit guide by the name of Sulin Slytewing, who takes the form of a tiny, silver dragon. As Torran had the important rank of High Guardian before he left, he has a Spirit Guide. These are only available to the High Guardians of Telone.
Also, Torran has Aura-Sight.

Players.

Half-Breeds
Tali (Demal/Rae) ((Aura-Sight)) - Nabooru23
Avi "Wings" McLochlan (Demal/Old Human) ((Aura-Sight)) - Asilynne
Ortze, Elio's son (Demal/Falith-Hai) ((Wrong Soul - Erensuge)) - Emotional Faun Chiko-sai
Kywin Sagatii (Falith-Hai/Rae) ((Wrong Soul - Cybil Faliston)) - Tsukasa
Akakios (Old HUman/Demal) - Haruko

Old Human
Talan Alfeer - Kalad1

Rae
Ahuk Oyohk (Wrong Soul - Uuleuhuen) - Plantae

Demal
Torran Ylldier (Aura-Sight) - Weasel Overlord
Tevam Ryllena (Wrong Soul - Zenzir Maeniy) - EVme15
Lalymai Athemettln - Crystal Tears
Zyka’n Keth - Vulpix.ck87


Falith-Hai
Dubheasa Isolda (Aura-Sight) - Drusilla

[kalad1]

Name:Talan Alfeer
Age:25
Sex: Male
Race: Old Human
Appearance: Standing rather short at five feet tall, Talan's skin is tanned from being outside almost all day everyday. His hair is almost completely white, with just the slightest tinge of blond in it, and it goes well with his blue eyes. He has a very strong build, which is not unusual considering his profession. He almost always travels wearing his signature red armor, the left arm of which ends in a shield gauntlet(real thick gauntlet that takes the place of a shield) His head is only protected by a red metal headband, and he always has his longsword at his side, the gauntlet bears his family crest, a hand inside a circle.
Magic: The only magic ability he has is to be able to heal small wounds, and even then, only on himself. It originates with the Rae blood in his family, but it's worn thin in recent generations.
Personality: At his heart, Talan is a nice person, but he suppresses that side of himself, favoring being self serving, cold, and uncaring. This is mostly due to a traumatic event he witnessed as a child. He does occasionally let his good side show, but he doesn't like doing it, perceiving it to be weak. He sells his services to the highest bidder, and never asks questions about why.
History: Talan was born into a family who were dedicated to helping those in need, no matter who they were. The older members of the family, like his grandparents, used their abilities to heal others, and those whose abilities were too weak learned more traditional medicine. Talan's childhood was fairly uneventful, and he, for all intents and purposes looked forward to continuing the family legacy, along with his sister, Talia.

That all changed one night, when Talan was ten, after treating some mercenaries that had gotten beaten up in a drunken brawl, the patients' aggressors came to finish the job. After killing most of the family, as well as the mercenaries, they set fire to the house, which Talia was trapped in. Talan watched these events unfold with horror and terror. He came to a twisted conclusion, if they had not helped the mercenaries, no one would have died, most especially not Talia. Where the other members of the family who survived started to rebuild, he started to learn to fight, and distance himself from his emotions.

At the age of sixteen, he set out as a mercenary, being condemned by the rest of his remaining family, he went on to make a name for himself, as a mercenary who would do anything at all for money, with very few exceptions. Simultaneously famous and infamous, he has done things both laudable and reprehensible.
Other:He is most known for two events, one is for winning a massive sword fighting contest, the other is for taking part in an event where innocents were killed so a corrupt noble could get his hands on their land. Talan aided him, then, when he refused to pay more, released the secret to the world.
Post Extract:
(I assume you mean to just take it from somewhere else. here ya go)


Mauser
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I walked past and through the crowds, doing my best to ignore the people staring at my cigarette which was rapidly disappearing, most students, even advanced ones weren't allowed to smoke or drink alcohol, I was one of the few granted permission for both. I sighed, somewhat jealous of the other students and their mortality, no doubt they felt that my immortality was a wonderful thing.

I shook my head to try clearing the images of my family burning alive. It felt so horrible, so monstrous to go on while everyone else dies. I clenched my fist while continuing on, repeating my oath to never feel that pain again.

Snapping out of my reverie, I noticed my cigarette was burned all the way down to my lips, I tossed the shreds of the filterless cigarette to the ground, stomped them, and got out another.

Before I could light it however, my pager went off, I was needed for a mission, scowling, I lit the cigarette and walked towards one of the school's many buildings, passing the commercial section full of stores and other businesses.

In a general cloud of bad moods, I passed a siren, muse, or some other musical being that sensed emotion and heard her song suddenly turn morose and depressed, extremely so. Worse than I actually felt at the moment. Walking on, I hurried to the mission building where one of the staff would be waiting.

[Arnen]

~Name: Tali
~Age: 7
~Gender: Female
~Race: Half Demal, half Rae
~Appearance: Small and a bit sickly-looking, her skin is pale even for her Rae heritage. Her hair is a white-blonde, which usually looks more sand-colored due to the layers of dirt and grime that usually adorn it. She has a plain face, with dull blue-grey eyes and a short nose. Her eyes give off a sort of sad aura, deepened by the lines of hunger and pain etched into her young face. A pair of dust-grey wings protrude from between her shoulder blades, arcing up to just over the top of her head and reaching down to her ankles at the tips. To accommodate for these appendages, the dirty white sheet she wears like a robe has two large holes torn in the back. She wears no shoes.
~Personality: She's a difficult book to read, owing to her quiet nature and often unreadable expression. The traumatic nature of her short life has burned all the childish cheer and naivete away, leaving an untrusting shell. Her ability to sense Wrong Souls adds to this paranoia. She has never been known to laugh, or even smile. She just stares off into the distance, only speaking when she absolutely has to, her speech slightly broken and imperfect.
~Magic: She possesses weak empathic abilities, as well as the ability to create moderately powerful magical shields.
~History: Most of her memory is locked deep inside due to its traumatic nature. Sometimes, however, she does get fleeting glimpses in her mind's eye of a Demal woman, dressed in the robes of a High Guardian, and a Rae man, dressed in peasant's garb. On some nights, she can hear screaming inside her head. She lives as a beggar, making her home in a dank alleyway and making her meals of the trash thrown out by those of higher status.
~Other: She has Aura Sight.
~Post Extract: (from Final Fantasy: Spiral Immortal)
=~*Ierie Nush*~=

A moment after we had woken up, we heard the sounds of a ruckus further along the Highroad. As our ears twitched about to get a fix on the commotion, we quickly scurried around, gathering our meager belongings into the small rucksack we travelled with. Minutes later, we were hurrying along the Highroad as quickly as our paws would carry us (which isn't very fast, mind you).

Eventually, we came upon a most peculiar scene. There was Cain, the human who occasionally gave us rides, putting on a rather queer display as a Guado and a Gothickan looked on. Blinking bemusedly, we strode forward, our robe sweeping across the ground and the bell on our tail tinkling as it swayed in the breeze.

"Cain?" we queried, confusion filling our voice as we stepped up behind him and tugged on his pant leg. "We would very much like to know what you are doing," we mewed, unable to contain a chuckle at his babbling.

Before he could answer, the ground beneath us heaved violently. Or, we had thought it was ground. The fiend we had trod upon decided to lurch to its feet, with us on its back.

"Nuu!" we cried desperately, trying to keep our balance, "Please Mr. Fiend, don't eat us!"

[Crystal Tears]

*is here to reserve*

I'm here to reserve a spot for my Demal char. I'll post it as soon as the computer is available!

~CT

[Weasel Overlord]

Both Nab and Kalad are approved, and I'll save you a spot, CT!

[Crystal Tears]

Name- Lalymai Athemettln
Age- 21
Sex- Female
Race Demal
Appearance- She has long bangs that dangle beside her face and bring out her sea green eyes. She has a low tied braid that goes down until it reaches just below her buttocks. She also has two smaller braids that dangle in front of her chest. Her long braid is tied by a black ribbon that dangles about half the length of her braid.
She has a nice form, and lightly tanned skin. Many men think she is attractive, though, she doesn’t see it herself.
She wears a black shirt that appears to have sewed on black sleeves that make it into a t-shirt. At the end of those sleeves that are tied black a familiar black ridden that’s extra string length dangles aimlessly from both arms.
On her right shoulder is demonic like armour that like her shirt, as a hole cut out of it to create a place for her wings.
Her pants are comfortable, and slightly loose, as the dangle low on her hips but refuse to go any further. Tied just below the knee are ribbons that are bright red instead of black. Visible only because of her slightly bare stomach is spiral dementia tattoos. I rare art form, and usually represent a great warrior in hiding. These tattoos cover her entire chest, back, and stomach Areas.
Her wings are white, surprisingly, and they are Dove like; giving her the appearance of a rather evil looking angel. Though the tips of her wings are tinted in a red, are the red is splattered, giving the effect that they are covered in blood, which they aren’t.
Has a black ribbon tied around each wrist, and one around her neck.
Magic- Aeris has the abilities or magics of Telekenisis, Telepathy, and recently has started experiencing foresight. Her least favourite ability.
Personality- She’s out going, imaginative, and hates begin left out. Though she tends to act all quiet and shy, she really likes to have a good time. She also never backs down from a challenge, and has problem with getting herself into trouble. She can hold grudges, and she has a hateful, loathing side to her that makes her seem evil.
History- Not much is known, but she fled from the border due to her crazed parents. One of them she believed to be a Wrong Soul. But whatever happened, she refuses to speak of it. She now wanders, alone, not really sure what she’s searching for.
Other- She has two dual daggers which she stole from her family before leaving. Not much else is known about them. Her Dual daggers are actually strapped on just abover her elbows. Though hard to use, shes trained with them since she was little.
Post Extract-
Shinryu

Walking behind Rulke a little, I watched and listened to him chat away with girl man… Err I mean Cain. It seemed odd, how he would claim all this stuff, but something to me… It just didn’t add up, but for all I know, it was from the girl which was hanging off my arm.

“Listen Vida.” I began, she seem thrilled that I had remembered her name. I pulled my arm hastily from her. “You’re welcome to walk beside me alright? But stop clinging to me…” I sighed. “Please.”

She smiled, then nodded, and instead, took my hand and held it. I sighed and looked around the highroad. To tell the truth, we hadn’t of walked to far, everyone was still here. The Nush Nushs, the gruff man, Cain, Rulke, Vida, and me. Just some of us refused to introduce ourselves to each other, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. Vida seemed intent on not letting me go near anyone else.

[Weasel Overlord]

Okay, approved CT!

[Asilynne]

SOOOO want to join.....wonder if I should.....impending moving...AHHH I might sign up later >.<!!!! lol

EDIT: You used your glamours on me to make me join! XD Reserving a Demal/Old Human hybrid please ^v^

[EVme15]

I should be alright by the time this starts... >.O

Can I reserve a Demal/Wrong Soul?

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

EDIT: Read Plantae's form, hit head on wall repeatedly, then added in Erensuge's personality.

Name: Ortze Elio's son; sometimes addressed as Elio instead of his proper name by the Falith-Hai
(Wrong Soul name): Erensuge
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Half-breed - Demal father, Falith-Hai mother
Appearance: Ortze has golden-bronze skin, with dark eyes and bright red hair, messy and spiked, that grows to the nape of his neck. He's 6'1". Not what you'd call handsome, but his face is long and clever with a strong jaw and high cheekbones, always with a ready grin playing about his lips. His ears are pointed, and the left one is pierced three times. There are dark scars, like pinpricks, down the curve of his back, that look like he's been through some morbid sort of torture, and more on his chest. His wings are of the albatross variety, long, narrow and white in colour with black tips. As such he's more of a glider than an actual flier. The Wrong Soul's token tattoo appears on the back of his neck as a snake swallowing its own tail, though the image swirls constantly, so that the exact location of the snake's mouth cannot be ascertained.
Magic: He has never been initiated as a true Falith-Hai with any plant, nor does he exhibit any ability of the Demal apart from flight; but he bonds quickly with animals, and animals of weaker mindsets like pigeons find themself swept along by his charisma, becoming willing to serve him as much as is in their powers. He also talks to plants but shows no talent of controlling them - more often he ends up being snarked by the plant or becoming the plant's errand boy.
(Wrong Soul power): Ability to conspire with and control all snakes, large and small; as an extension of this he can call forth eidolons of snakes, and he has heightened speed and skill with poisons, whether making them, emitting them or injecting them into a person's bloodstream.
Personality: Ortze is smooth-talking (talking speed is parallel with thinking speed) and doesn't hold grudges, but he never forgets them. Very sarcastic, stemming from the fact that he feels that he must help people but still doesn't want to be seen as a bleeding heart. Once he makes up his mind, it is not easily changed at all; this may be why Erensuge hasn't evicted him from his body yet. Loves the Falith-Hai side of his family very much, although he doesn't show it, and has a healthy distaste for Demalistic (sp?) rituals, though years of conditioning have made them a bearable chore.
Erensuge is the kind of person you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley in the hours between twilight and morning. There's a smouldering kind of anger, or bitterness, inside him always. He's sneaky enough, yes, but it's a baser kind of cunning, and he sometimes lapses into blind rage - there are times when he gets ticked off by the sad reality that Erensuge by himself is not enough to get rid of Ortze's soul; aforementioned soul is obviously going to be keeping him company in their body's head for a long, long while; and as a consequence he tries to maim the body. Maim the body you're currently occupying. Right. >_>
Ortze occasionally finds this amusing, but he's getting tired of having to constantly play power games with Erensuge to avoid the maiming (or other sorts of damage) actually taking place, and Erensuge himself seems to gain more and more influence each time he confronts him. It's a thankless job..
History: Ortze's mother Ilargia was the eldest daughter of the Falith-Hai elder Eguzki-Lorea, the closest thing they had to a leader. She bonded with a cereus (http://www.desertusa.com/mag99/july/papr/nbcereus.html) plant. Her eleven sisters, all bonded with flowers, became witches or priestesses, of a sort, helping young Falith-Hai in the rituals of their joining with plants; but Ilargia fell in love with and married a Demal, Elio Tximistari. Elio died in service at the Border before Ortze reached four years, however, and after his death Ilargia slowly became insane. She was eventually incarcerated by the Falith-Hai for trying to kill Ortze when he was eight.
Ortze was sent to his father's relatives in Telone. He made occasional trips home to the forest of the Falith-Hai to visit his mother, maternal grandfather and aunts. His mother was lucid most times, but he tries to forget the visits when she wasn't. He didn't enjoy his life in Telone and was always wishing he could return to the forests. The Tximistari family refused him this because by tradition all males in the family entered the City Guard, full-breed or not. He made the Guard when he was twenty; in a skirmish at the Border he was overtaken by Erensuge in circumstances not fully explained but related to the death of his father at the same spot.
Other: The wrongest Wrong Soul you've ever seen - there is constant conflict going on in Ortze's mind because Erensuge can't seem to get rid of Ortze's soul, as much as he tries to. Oh, and Ortze's eleven aunts really, really love him. They spoil him when he comes home to visit. And it appears with the advent of her madness his mother also received partial Aura-Sight.
Post Extract: (my posts are uniformly long-winded, so I cut it short..)
From The River.
The oldest creature she can think of lives very near to the river, where the waters cascade about caverns that no one has explored before. Just as there is a clearly invisible line sectioning off her house into the fire country, there is another line dividing this, the river country, from the rest of the island. Although if you wanted to quibble about it the whole island could theoretically be called river country.

Here the clouds are close to the ground, their pinkness in the morning sky fading to mist against the crashing wildness of the river, and Hela is very careful, very on edge, because then the air is damp with moisture, the ground is wet and slippery and muddy, the sparkling drops of the river attack her from every side. One wrong step and she was gone. And maybe in the late afternoon one of the humans would find her legs floating down a stream, decaying badly, trailing leather. Her real body already consumed by the water.

She shakes her head and tries not to think morbid thoughts and concentrates on the pebbles in the path. On the memory of her father and one of his names. She never doubted that he had many. In her hand she clutches the dagger. You can't trust water: it changes.

The cave she is going to is the one deepest in, the one half-submerged in water, the one that she doesn't want to go to the most. There are eight symbols carved in the living rock in the innermost chamber. They are all lines, broken and unbroken, and in these lines the world was summarised into eight essential concepts by a man who married his sister. Because he did this, and because enough men saw the logic of it, he was made the first emperor in the world. And in the cave lives his horse.

[Weasel Overlord]

Approved, Emo-Faun! And also, reservations made for Asilynne and Evme15.

Two out of five Wrong Souls taken
One out of three Aura-Sight characters taken

[Drusilla]

I'd like to reserve a Falith-Hai with Aura Sight. Pleeeeease? I have the character sign-up started, but it's on the student server at school, so I'll try to get it up on Monday.

[EVme15]

Name: Tevam Ryllena
Wrong Soul name: Zenzir Maeniy
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Demal
Appearance: He stands around five and a half feet, with a rather thin and muscle-lacking build. His pale blond hair reaches nearly halfway down his back, naturally falling between his wings, and is mostly straight except for at the end where it starts to curl upwards. His eyes are a blue-green color and slanted, making him look as if he’s always in thought (which he usually was...). His wings themselves are a deep purple color, but the feathers actually fade to a lighter shade towards the bases. His clothes consist of a loose blue shirt with a very wide neckline for his wings, and long pants that are colored black. Zenzir’s tattoo is green, usually in the form of a shifting line, beneath the left arm.
Magic: Tevam had a rather weak form of telekinesis which would occasionally go out of his control when not focused enough upon.
Wrong Soul power: Zenzir’s power is temporal manipulation, but it’s not very strong either. He can rewind to an upwards of ten seconds, slow down time around him to one fourth speed for thirty seconds his time (so the faster he goes, the shorter it is for others), or freeze time for five seconds. These limits may extend over time.
Personality: Tevam was relatively emotionless, generally ignoring the outside world unless absolutely necessary. While many thought that he doesn’t feel at all, every once in a while he’d snap, letting go of all his emotions in one big flood. Generally he’d devote himself to his reading and meditation. He was uncharacteristically ritual-less, reading when he tired of meditating, meditating when he tired of reading, sleeping only when he was too tired to concentrate, and eating only when he absolutely had to.
Zenzir, despite his attempts to follow this pattern, shows emotion a bit more than Tevam did. He also goes through the cycles a lot faster, although with his lack of regular contact with others, this tends to go unnoticed.
Other: Wrong Soul. He’s also relatively weak physically, but quick on his feet.
Post Extract: (I hope you don’t mind it being the slightest bit old, I haven’t been RPing that much lately...)
Kayla Mesitha

I stood outside the cave, redoing my braid for the third time. Inside, just within the reach of the sun's rays in the morning, the cavern sparkled. Ice covered the entirety, from the ground up to the ceiling. It was a strange sort of place, the kind that seemed like a beautiful illusion that would disappear in an instant if you dared to blink.

"Hi! I'm back!" I called out into the cave. My voice echoed around, reaching deep in before returning to me, a different sound entirely. My footsteps reverberated in the open space, making me feel like I was surrounded by a group of friends. "I'm sorry I can't stay today, but I thought I'd come by and say hello. One last time..."

I paused, and it wasn't until I heard the words come back that I realized what I'd said. "One last time? What am I saying? Of course I'll come back and visit you all! But I have to go now, my sister's gonna wake up soon, and she worries when I'm gone."

I turned and left, desperately pushing down the feeling of unease in my stomach. After all, nothing was going wrong. What was I worried about?

[Haruko.]

Oh nooooos >.< I'm sorry I am late. May I please Reserve a Demal, Old Human half blood please?
Pweese forgive me for being late Overlord T-T

[Plantae]

Name
Ahuk Oyohk
Wrong Soul Name
Uuleuhuen
Age
Ahuk: Twenty One; Uul: Sixty Seven (at death)
Sex
Male
Race
Rae
Appearance
His face has a sunken look with a high-boned chin. His right ear has a small nip from it. A small (flesh white) tribal scar extends from the outside end of each of his eyes and curves inward to his nose. Ahuk's nose is bold, sharp and oddly noble. His complexion is skin white that is vaguely jaundice, and eerily smooth. Dark circles rim the underside of each of his eyes; one iris is a fierce yellow (and near-pupilless) and the other a drab tan. The mop of chin length hair that rims his face, long bangs covering his eyes in a miniscule amount, is an awkward hue of a sort of dark khaki color. The curvature of his mouth is slightly more pronounced than a normal person, and his grin is a smirk of yellowed and slightly pointed, poignant teeth. His eyebrows are mildly bushy, and the same color as his hair. The eyelashes on Ahuk are a little bit longer than usual. He stands at a straight seventy inches and sports a thin, almost malnutritional build. This is deceiving as he possesses a sort of beastly iron grip that stretches the bounds of lean muscle. His apparel is minimal, but with an interesting look. The texture of his shirt seems to be silken, but is actually rather rough, and looks to be made of a fibrous plant of the marshes. It is dyed a sort of peat; the color appears as a charred gray-orange. A brown leather belt encircles the slate colored shorts he wears, tasseled at the knee with a stringy brown material that has the appearance of reeds. Each of Ahuk's ankles are cuffed in bronze alloy, and his right shoulder is covered in a pad that has a sort of slope running upwards to point away from Ahuk; the top of the pad is plated bronze, but the underside is tanned hide. Unlike some wrong soul tattoos, his is a simple ankh that is imprinted on the backside of his right ankle. The general demeanor with which he carries his body is dignified, but he may hunch occasionally, and emits a vague, though not unpleasant, scent of swampland. Uul's presence can only be described as unreadable, and almost entirely distracted. Beneath this subtle deception is an alert manner that is contained only in brief flashes of movement beyond the perception of all but the most analytical.

Magic
As a Rae, Ahuk's power is not entirely different, being illusion. The nature of it, however, is; he can induce illusion upon inanimate objects. The difference between manipulating them is subtle, and mainly a matter of power. An illusion of animated ropes can strangle just as well as the real thing, but is less taxing on energy; someone who has the combination of a strong will, moderate knowledge of the magical process, and that knows the nature of Uul's magic will see through the illusion. Having all three of these, however, is rare. Through a process of double thinking, Ahuk/Uul is able to believe his own figment while simultaneously knowing its nature; the uses of this are unknown.
Wrong Soul Power - Dirt, Sand, Ash, Dust and all manner of small particles are his forte. Uul manipulates the ghastly substances that get into our eyes, nose, and ears rather well. He can temporarily suffocate an enemy by choking them with one of them, and is also capable of smothering fires. Plants refuse to grow where he walks, sometimes, as he can regenerate himself rather slowly by leeching the soil's nutrients. He is quite agile, by association, and is a clever escape artist due to his ability to stir up a dust cloud that not only blinds, but clogs the nostrils and ears. It takes due energy to do so, but he can take on the structure of each grainy substance.

Personality
Ahuk's inherent personality is rather calm and gentle. He carries a sort of melancholy with him, and though he is motivated to accomplish his goals, he does have his kind streak. He's absent-minded, and can appear innocent at times, but understands the hard truth to a tee. He prefers a non-violent approach if he can find one, but is not quite charismatic enough to do so usually. He's not shy, and he's not boisterous either. He takes pleasure in a good challenge.

Uul is very similar to Ahuk, but a bit more unpredictable. Where Ahuk's goals were usually good in nature, Uul is motivated to less innocent aims. Though he doesn't appear it, he has a wisdom to him, and is capable of being a voice of reason when the occasion calls for it. He isn't vastly clever, but he is quite good at making it seem otherwise. Like Ahuk, Uul is a man of contradictions, but Uul carries more of a surreal quality to him... like he's somehow out of place. He exerts a foreboding aura, but does not seem drastically evil. Ahuk does not doubt that he is at his core, but there is a whisper of loneliness him.

Other
Uul has reobtained his own kukri. The weapon is odd, having the ability to extend to a scimitar depending on the amount of exertion, and because of the fact that he is equally good at throwing and fighting with it. In his lifetime, Uul was quite well practiced in Iugk (the Rae name for what we refer to as the Japanese Iaido), and remains still. It is difficult to understand how he manages this with a kukri until you see him achieve it. The kukri is made of silver alloy with a white bone grip, and is contained in a gray leather sheath.

In his bonding, Uul kept Ahuk intact, and thus both souls continue to reside in the body. Ahuk does not understand why, perhaps because of some greater magic principle that Uul understands. Uul, oddly, is not overly oppressive and allows Ahuk considerable freedom. Sometimes he even forgets the wrong soul resides within him.
Post Extract: A link means a cleaner topic. Joseph Faust, The River (http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/index.php?topic=42806.msg601396#msg601396)

[Yero Thropp]

Looks like you could use a(nother, now that I see someone has already posted one,) Rae. :wink:

[color=red]Name: Broll Mentho
[color=red]Age: 32
[color=red]Sex: Male
[color=red]Race: Rae
[color=red]Appearance: Standing at an unnaturally tall height of 6'4, Broll is considered the unnoficial leader of his kind. His gray skin stretches around his well-built body. Milky white eyes, nasty smile, shoulder-length white hair, and disgustingly large fingers. He tends to wear large leather or cloth vests that make him look smaller than he actually is, in colors which match his gray body (black, dark brown, white or gray.) He also wears a pair of black gloves that are cut right above the knuckles, allowing his fingers to be exposed. His pants are usually some kind of animal hide, usually an animal with scales, such as an alligator. His boots are always a kind of fur (usually bear hide, since it is the toughest.)
[color=red]Magic: Extremely talented in the art of healing. Although it tends to sting at first, Broll can heal most larger scale wounds with his soft touch. He can also extract some foreign liquids from the blood of another life form.
[color=red]Personality: Very neutral towards humans. Very secluded. Broll doesn't like to leave his hole... excuse me, home. He's not very materialistic, so he doesn't really have anything of value lying around. His specific magic powers call for a strong-willed mind, however some of his power has gone slightly awry every since his parents died, so sometimes his powers tend to randomly burst out of control for a few seconds (only when he becomes extremely emotional.) He is not mean, however he hates the Falith-Hai and their nature-loving ways (See history for more details.) Broll holds a great deal of respect towards the Dumal, since they have a very important job.
[color=red]History: Even before Broll was born, his parents knew he was going to be special. Special, meaning big. It took another few years before his parents realized that Broll would indeed grow up to be different from all the other Rae. Their first hint was when Broll was four, and his parents noticed that whenever Broll didn't get along with another child, that child would suddenly start screaming and crying and wouldn't stop until Broll's parents came over and took Broll away. They took Broll to an expert, who told them that Broll might have unnaturally strong abilities with illusions; it was up to the parents to help teach young Broll how to control these powers.

By the time Broll hit 18 years old, he had control over all senses for himself; he could make himself feel, smell, etc. anything he wanted or didn't want. He could also make others believe they saw something that didn't exist, but only for a brief moment- same with touch, sound, etc.

Broll's father was a hunter, and his mother stitched; they sold clothes for a living, clothes like bear-hide boots (Broll's favorite.) Although they stayed within legal limits as to how much they could hunt and what to hunt when, a very radical animal-rights group (a small group of Falith-Hai,) attacked the home of the Mentho's one night; they murdered Broll's father, and kidnapped his mother. Broll was left unharmed. He has never seen his mother since.

Despite the tragic death of his father and the mysterious dissappearance of his mother (presumed dead,) Broll continued living in his house, which lay in a murky and dark area of a forest. Half of the house lies in a hole Broll's father had dug by hand, with the help of some Dumal friends of his. The walls and roof were made entirely out of oak, however the oak is now starting to decay away and needs pampered up with some sort of natural adhesive, such as tree sap or honey. Broll sold most of his possessions, leaving only a chair, a bed, a table for cooking and eating, a couch, a small bookase full of books, and a small fireplace with some cooking supplies and fire starters. Thankfully he still had his father's gun, and he used it to hunt for his own meals. He is a very crafted woodworker, which he does as a hobby and also as his on-the-side profession.
[color=red]Other: Nothing really special...
[color=red]Post Extract: This is a scene that comes from a Harry Potter website that I roleplay on. It's actually a combination of two posts. I played Yero.

"Ooof!" breathed Yero silently as Jackie hopped on his stomach, crushing his diaphram. His head snapped towards the doorway to see who entered, and saw...
"This isn't happening to me," Yero thought, panicking. "No... this is a nightmare... this is NOT happening to me..."
It was the same girl who'd saved his life at the pond earlier; the same girl he'd promised himself never to embarrass himself in front of ever again.
"Sorry," Jackie said, just realizing that she'd managed to take the air out of him once again.

With all his might, Yero took Jackie by her waist and pushed her off to his right. He quickly stood up and faced Tabitha.
"You... I... she... IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Yero yelled, his face turning a deep red and his eyes swirling like mad.
"Well then," Tabitha asked in a teasing tone, "if it's not what it looks like, then what is it?" She crossed her arms and looked Yero straight in the face.
"I don't know what it looked like," Jackie said from behind Yero. To his great surprise, she put her arm around his shoulder.
"What does she think she's...?"
"But me and Yero here, we're just having some time alone, if you know what I mean."
"WHAT?" Yero said, bewildered. His eyes widened in anger. "Did she just say what I think she just..."
"I'm sure you can do better then hanging around this lump of trash," Tabitha continued, indicating Yero as the trash. Yero opened his mouth to protest, but Jackie spoke quickly. She was smirking at him as she said, "Nah, I don't think so." Yero frowned in disgust at her comment. "Great, now she's playing like she likes me or something..."
Before Yero knew what happened, Jackie had spun him around and gave Yero his first real kiss.

Colors exploded in front of Yero's eyes; all thoughts in his mind melted away to nothing except for the feeling of a woman's lips on his own... Yero swore he could feel his legs give way beneath him, but why didn't he fall? Was he flying? Emotions reeled through him, causing him to tremble slightly as blood and adrenaline suddenly rushed through his veins at three times its normal speed. All this and more happened within a two second time span, until he finally regained a little bit of his senses.

"What... AAAHH!" Yero mentally yelled, suddenly realizing that Jackie's face was planted against his. His hands found Jackie's shoulders, and he shoved hard. His mind quickly returned to normal, and his emotion of hatred grew tremendously.
"Why... you..." Yero stammered, pointing a shaking finger at Jackie. He was beyond angry; he was pissed. Yero turned towards the door to leave, only to find it still being blocked by Tabitha. Quickly he snapped his wrist, and his wand slid out from its hiding place in his sleeve into his sweaty palm.
"MOVE!" Yero screamed, pointing his wand at Tabitha.



And the Lord said, it hath been edited. Of course, if you have no more room, I can understand... *cries*

[Fai D. Flowright]

Sorry about the delay.....And even more, since I want to reserve...>.< *recovering from inspirational drain*

But I would like to reserve a spot as an Wrong Soul Falith-Rae (if you catch my drift)! Onegai to Arigatou! ^_^

I'll have this up ASAP, either tomorrow or Monday.

[Asilynne]

Sign up form.

Name: Avi "Wings" McLochlan
Age: Appearing to be 16 but is actually 23
Sex: Female
Race: Half-Breed (Demal/Old Human)
Appearance: Slightly short Blue hair, red eyes. Short for her age, shes only about 4'11" and though she looks younger than she is, she is a full grown woman. Likes to wear loose, flowing garments that flutter in the wind. Her wings are blue like her hair, and the markings resemble those on a blue jay. I guess they would be slightly smaller than a regular Demals, but still flight worthy. (pic coming soon)
Magic: Telekinesis....and.....(any suggestions Overlord?? ^-^())
Personality: Spunky, Mischeivous and very curious, shes always everywhere shes not supposed to be. Growing up in her human dads town, (with her mom always away guarding the border) she was the only one who had wings, so the children nicknamed her "Wings". While any other person might be ridiculed being the only one in town that was so obviously different, her lively, bright, and loyal personality (plus the fact she could take the smaller children on rides through the sky) earned her friends. Since she was largly raised by her dad she learned the human way of life, and doesnt know much about her Demal heritage. Has the passionate heart and adaptability of humans.
Other: Possibly Aura sight, if approved :D
Post Extract:


~~~Dina~~~

There he was. Garen. The most powerful creature I had ever encountered. The fate of myself, Rudy, and all our friends rested on the presentation we would give right now. Either Garen would buy our little scam and we d make a clean getaway on Torek’s ship, or he would see through our deception and it would be the end of us. Even if he did buy the initial scam, I knew that I couldnt keep it up forever. He would eventually find out about our trick, and Garen struck me as the type that wouldnt rest until he got what he wanted. But the fake Makura, if successful, will serve its purpose. It would buy us some much needed time.

Suddenly I felt my hold on the Chi created Makura beside me start to slip. Quckly I re-concentrated, and felt her become more solid. And just in time, any longer and all our hopes would have literally exploded. Quickly whispering to Rudy before turning around to reguard Garen, I told him, “Rudy I cant do much talking. If my concentration slips......” I trailed off, seeing the look of realisation growing on Rudys face. He knew what happened when I lost concentration. He remembered the Dragonball that he had dropped just in time. Rudy nodded, looking even more nervous than before.

“So, human, your repairs are complete, and paid for, and now it is time to uphold your end of the bargain.” He stated, peering at me through narrowed studying eyes. Without losing concentration, I nodded, snapping my fingers to signal ‘the monkey’ to step forward with the fake Makura in ‘handcuffs’. Quckly I folded my hands behind my back and made the motions for the fake Makura to walk forward, periodically stopping to struggle to make it look more believeable. As Rudy shoved ‘Makura’ forward one last time, I had her head move to give him one last icy glare. As I watched my creation I had to restrain myself from smiling with pride at my handiwork. Heck, I had seen that hateful glare enough times to be able to paint it in my sleep!
Garen gazed at ‘Makura’ thoughtfully. “So, Makura, at last your days of running are over. I own your life now, and soon, you will go on trial and almost certainly be found guilty. Have you anything to say?”
Panic ran through me. I glanced at Rudy, almost about to hyperventalate. I didnt rig this Makura to talk, on the outside it appears to be Makura exactly but it was just meant to be a shell, to visibly and even semi-power level fool Garen into thinking it was the real thing. I didnt count on her needing to talk.

Fortunately Rudy had it covered. “She has been beaten into submission. She no longer knows how to talk. My....master figured it would make the ride back for you easier.” Rudy looked slightly perturbed at having to call me his master. I made a mental note to apologise later ^-^()
Garen studied me a bit more, and then looked the Makura up and down. For a few akward, fearful moments I wondered if he knew it was some sort of a trick, I wondered if we were seconds away from death. And then......

“Very well, consider our business affairs complete.” And then he walked off, dragging the fake Makura in tow.

But I didnt celebrate yet. We still had to get back to the ship without him noticing it was fake. And that meant constant concentration on my part. Adding to that the fact that I couldnt even see my subject anymore and it would take almost all of my attention to hold the illusion.

If by some cruel twist of fate I sneezed now it would be all over......

~~~~~~~~

[Weasel Overlord]

Hokay, all reservations are made, and approvals are also made. For people who need to make changes, PMs are on their way to you.
Yero, I'm gonna have to decline your form. I won't post why, but there is a PM waiting for you.

Three Wrong Souls are gone, with another being reserved, leaving one left.
Two Aura-Sight characters are gone, with the last one being reserved.

I'm allowing up to 12 characters in this, including Torran, so to the reservees, get your forms up as soon as you can, yah?

[Vulpix.ck87]

Oooh! Oooh! Reservations, please!!!

Demal me, my good man!! Or weasel overlordess, as the case may be..

[Weasel Overlord]

You're very reserved, my old chum!

No more room now! And unless anyone wants to change to include a Wrong Soul, then there's one left...

Also, there was a mistake on the first sign-up form, there actually should be a History section. For anyone with weapon, just include them in Other, and the histories don't have to be expansive, in fact, you can reveal them as you go along, if you so prefer!

[Vulpix.ck87]

Oh no..!! It's another pretty bloke..!

Name: Zyka’n Keth
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Demal
Appearance: For a man who stands at a mere 5’8”, he certainly seems a lot taller than he is, and we can safely assume that his ego is responsible for contributing those few extra imaginary feet. Despite his slender build, there’s a look of solidarity and fullness about him, and a look of confidence too, though not without reason. The silken powder-blue hair that flows down to tickle the base of his wings seems perfect in every strand and the wings themselves - narrow and rising high to the joint above his head only to arch back down, the tips pondering mere inches from the ground - consist of a thousand thick, lush, sweeping feathers, a smattering of which tumble down his ribs and caress his sides with the palest azure. A straight nose, refined jaw and almond-shaped eyes are the features which win him the glances; the expression filled eyebrow arch and forest-green sparkle of his eye make the many heads turn. His every movement utters grace, a word which falls effortlessly from the soft strawberry lips, and an easy smile breaks through the smooth milky skin to charm and charm again. He’s a beautiful creature indeed.. ^^ But behind all the magic, who the hell knows?
Magic: Invasive telepathy, he can plant false ideas and images into the minds of others without being discovered, therefore altering their views and their sight. This ranges from planting simple falsities (names, directions, the feel/texture of an object) and building on existing images (eg. causing a weed to appear as a rose); to the ultimate grandeur of changing someone’s basic instinctual beliefs (telling someone they’re poultry/ the world is made of cheese, etc.) and imposing hallucinations (creating a false scenery out of nothing). The latter drains an increasing amount of energy from Zyka’n, and aren’t always effective anyway (people start to doubt). He can do a mass broadcast to many people, or focus on one. He can plant sounds and messages into someone’s head like a conscience, and can induce mild auditory hallucinations. He can place a permanent charm upon an object so that visually it is what he imagines ( he will not admit to placing one of these upon himself). People see things a different way if Zy really believes they look that way. His magic’s at it’s greatest when he works it on himself, a thing he constantly does without even realising.
Personality: Having used his abilities to attempt to seduce women and to make himself sparkle ever since he hit puberty, he can’t really attain the façade that his aim in life is pointful, or for the good of others, or, at a stretch, even remotely moral. Some might call it shallow and, not that it bothers him, he’ll use the quickest and most effective means to change their mind, which doesn’t mean he has superhuman verbal powers of persuasion (no-ones that good). He’s often very self absorbed with mentally maintaining his appearance and he has an enormous strength of mind to believe what he wants, because eventually he can make it so. Effectively, this means he can be rather stubborn and ignorant. He’s prone to mood swings due to the emotions he thinks he should have. He’s not a bad person, just a little distracted.
History: His father was a border guard, and his greatest ambition was to have his own son to follow in his footsteps, which Zyka’n was only too happy to achieve when he was young. Due to this he’s a fully trained and highly ranked border guard, however, once he got a permanent fixture at the border, he inevitably became distracted by the opposite sex, and a few of the prettier men, and left his position for hours at a time, with only an illusion of himself left behind.. When he came back one day to find a crack in his sector of the border (the area he was meant to maintain and guard) and witnessed the escape of a couple of souls, he fled from Telone, knowing that he was knee deep in **** now. His normally carefree conscience is now burdened with the guilt of his blunder, a feeling he’s not used to and is pretty sure he doesn‘t like. There must someway to rid myself of this feeling, he thinks, a way to free myself of the guilt.. Hmm, don’t worry, kids, he’ll do the right thing at the end of the day..
Other: He has a long narrow sword, the hilt wrapped with blood red fabric and, naturally, jazzed up a bit by yours truly. It has a shifting core of liquid mercury, and it is said that a wound will inflict insanity on the receiver.
Post Extract: You’ve seen my posts before wurzel..

Byeeee...!

[Drusilla]

Incomplete! I just wanted to be sure that I've got what little I have done in. I've got a whole lot more to add, so don't worry; I just need to find time to get it all together.


Name: Dubheasa Isolda
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Race: Falith-Hai
Appearance: She stands at just under five feet tall with pale, green-tinted skin, long and unruly black hair, and midnight blue eyes.
Magic: She can communicate with plants and can often persuade them to help her, and she has some mild healing power. Her plant is Mystra, a black rose.
Personality: Kind of dark and mysterious, Dubheasa is extremely intelligent and very unusual. She goes along with tradition, but doesn't really commune with her people. She lives on the edge of the land, away from other beings; why, no one really knows. Despite her anti-social behaviour, she's kind, gentle, and introspective; many come to her with problems or for comfort.
History: She had a 'normal' childhood, but was always the quiet one who never caused any trouble. She was labled as "creepy" at an early age and was, in a way, shunned, but it never bothered her. She prefered to be alone, to think and to examine how things worked in nature.
Other: Aura-sight! w00t!
Post Extract: Dream of the Archer- Regeane (http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/index.php?topic=42743.msg606820#msg606820)

[Weasel Overlord]

Okay, two sign-up forms are still outstanding, Tsukasa's and Haruko's. I'd like them in as soon as possible, ok guys?

As soon as they arrive and Dru finishes her chara, then this will be starting, but it will be slightly different to usual, in that I'm going to PM each character with seperate missions or mission options. That way, the 'good guys' will be doing something completely different to the Wrong Souls, but they will still interact and the like. It should be interesting.

[Haruko.]

Kirst! Kirst! I have done it! I have completed my sign up form! Ty for the email. It helped lots. ^_~

Name: Akakios also known as 'Chaos' or 'Kios' ? ? ?
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Old Human/Demal
Appearance:
Has a long black coat that is always seen done up with silver buttons. The coat's collar comes up and covers half of his face, always seeming to hide his expression and his mouth when he talks. He doesn't were a shirt, but he does have silver arm guards that are hidden under the sleeves of the coat. His pants are made of leather that has been dyed/charred black. It matches the look he's going for very well.
He's got an attractive body, though it is built, its very lean. His skin is very pale, and his lips are rather thin, but in an attractive manner. His hair you ask? Its short thinned out (no not balding... it's a style) and white. It compliments his silver iris eyes, which have speckles of blood red inside. He stands about 6'2, and his 'aura' around him is dark, and evil.
He doesn't have many scars, and he has no tattoos. But his wrists are covered in scars. Showing his inward pain being released into the real world. He also has small silver chains that are like earrings, and he had the choice of hooking them into the top of his mouth. It actually adds to his scariness, and his canine teeth appear to be made of metal, but no one actually knows.
Akakios used to have wings, but something happened in his past, and they were brutally removed.
Magic: Due to his history, and the brutality of his family. He is experienced in the dark forms of magic. He can easily torture the mind, and create horrific illusions.
Personality: Due to his past, Akakios has grown numb. He doesn't tend to feel many 'warm' emotions, to put it to extremes; he's lucky if he feels guilt, or regret. He's much more silent then most would think, but he doesn't tend to open up quickly, though, not many can tell if he's a friend, or just someone they travel with. Akakios has trouble relating towards anyone, especially women. He finds it extremely disturbing if any girl begins to talk to him, and is quick to turn cold, its not offensive in anyway, its just his way of protecting himself from emotional pain again.
History: Akakios came from a abusive family. His mother was a Demal, and she used to be proud of what she was, but when her 'loving' husband began to rant, and beat her about having wings, and being a 'cursed' race. She saw her only son, Akakios, was in grave danger. In a desperate attempt to save him, she hacked of his wings, and told him to run and never come back. Akakios doesn't know this truth, so to him, his mother was insane, driven mad by his father's brutal beatings. Now he hunts his mother down, to 'return the favour.'
Other: Akakios has a custom made 'demonic' throwing stars. They're fast, lethal, and almost impossible to dodge.
Post Extract: Err... you said it was alright that I didn't have a post extract so....

[Fai D. Flowright]

The font this (and all further posts) is in is called Magik and can be DLed (free) at www.fontfreak.com

[color=#BB0000]Name: Kywin Sagatii
Wrong Soul Name: Cybil Faliston
Age: 17
Sex: Yes, please! ^_^; Female
Race: Falith-Rae
Appearance: Kywin is a rather attractive girl, with mid-back length auburn hair which is pulled back into a bun with the tips of her hair fanning out of the top. There are two long bangs that hang down in the front on each side of her face. Her eyes are a light indigo in color and always bright and full of energy. Her body is somewhat shapely, having merely pleasant curves, nothing extremely special. Her olive skin color, while normal in appearance, is actually a result of her tan skin and a hint of green from her Falith-Hai blood. Along with that blood, she has fused with a Red Lyrcoris (http://www.hcp4.net/mercer/inbloom/images/wallpaper/sept2001/Lycoris-radiata1024.jpg) (aka Spider Lily) and one of the flowers sits snugly behind her left ear (in also holds her left bang in place). She usually wears an ensemble of Persian/Arabian origin, with the main color being an intense ruby color and the border being maize. She wears a pair of ruby studs (pea-sized) with a golden teardrop that dangles from it. Cybil’s tattoo has taken home on Kywin’s right hip (slightly more to the back), just below her waistline. It takes the shape of the outline of a small phoenix, similar to this. (http://wlmira.tora.ru/gallery/fye/005.jpg)
Magic: Since Kywin’s appearance falls toward the Falith-Hai part of her blood, that can only mean her Magic source is related to the Rae genes. Besides her rather rudimentary illusion magic, she can also has a tendency towards the strength of the storm, using abilities with Electric, Air, and, more intensely, Water attributes. Only when all used together can her magic become devastating! (This is seen rarely, since it’s usually an anger issue and Kywin is rather positive)
Wrong Soul Power: With Cybil’s power, she is able to summon an extremely hot plasma-like material that she is at the mercy of her will. While it IS a devastating magic, the plasma is HIGHLY unstable, so control over it doesn’t last long before it disappears.
Personality: Kywin is an upbeat character with a fun sense of humor. Always seen with a smile on her face, she’s actually kind of naïve. She is one to make friends easily with others, even if they are complete opposites from her; a real people person. While yes, she is rather naïve, she can be intellectual, depending on the topic (this will be more conceivable later). Cybil, on the other hand, is quite sinister. Like Kywin, she smiles a lot, but not because she is happy... More likely she is planning something kind of plot to injure you, or, at least, scare you. But, since the two personalities are completely separate from each other, Cybil’s plans are usually foiled by the reappearance of Kywin’s NORMAL qualities.
Other: Wrong Soul, the two are completely individual, causing Kywin to seem as though she has multiple personalities.
Post Extract: As stated by Plantae, linking (http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/index.php?topic=42727.msg599674#msg599674) is a much more efficient way to do this.

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[Weasel Overlord]

YAY! Okay! Haruko and Tsukasa, both approved...this will be starting within the week, ok? Expect your mission PMs at some point and it will begin shortly afterwards.