Age: She appears 18-20, but lost count of the years
Gender: Female
Species:White crow
Species history: The white crow are the higher rank on the scale. They are rare, and even if few, the ones that exist normally are born through a human/black crow relationship.
Powers/abilities: She gains white wings, when she needs or wants them. She can easily hide them away. She is very fast, and has some strength. She can apply some spells, like freeze someone, burn someone, etc.
Personality: She's is bold and will stand up for her friends and family. She can't trust someone very easily. She is independent, and likes to do stuff fo herself. She most times does things without thinking.
History: Her mother was killed when she was four; the idea of a black crow living with a human pissed off someone. No one has
Other: Up for love, but as I have mentioned she can't trust someone very easily.
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
Ok ill make two males. And they will be evil *rubs hands and laughs manaically* I like evil characters. They are fun to write for. Well he wont be evil, but... you'll see.
Name: Desmond Alucard Miles
Age: Unknown, but looks to be in early twenties
Gender: Male
Species: Dhampire
Powers/abilities: He has most of the abilities of a vampire (strength, speed, eyesight etc.) and some of the weaknesses. Crosses, garlic and other such things still repulse him. A stake through the heart will still kill him. The main difference is that even the weakest vampire will still be stronger than him, and sunlight only makes him woozy. He can also not create new vampires.
Appearance:
Personality: He is a "good guy" but he is not entirely good. He has two personalities, each very different. His first is a Hunter. A killer. He wages war against the Monster Hunters but even though he tries to drink the blood of evil creatures or people he is not afraid to kill to get fresh blood. He is very cold hearted and doesn't let anyone in. The other is almost a normal person. He is very relaxed and almost lazy when given the chance. However both sides of him do not trust people and the killer is always just under the surface, ready to break out at a moments notice.
History: He used to be with the Monster Hunters before he knew what he was. They were hunting a vampire and he was bitten. Instead of dying he changed. His fangs grew from their normal length to almost an inch long and his eyes gleamed red. He was not fully vampire but he wore its visage. The Monster hunters tried to kill him but they could not best him. He escaped but not before he was hit in the spine with an arrow. It took him a month to recover and when he did he set out to find a place to start over. Sadly the Hunters were on his trail, and they still have not allowed him to rest.
Other: Well see about the love part.
Ok he is very hard to describe in a sheet like this. Youll get more personality from posts.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
powers/abilites~ He uses a spear that has a rare gem in it that shoots out bolts of eletrcity that shock you. And a net that can shock things to.
Appearance~ Tall muscular build with dark tan skin, and dark forest green eyes, shaggy black hair.
Personality~ He used to be kind and caring and hated the destruction of anything, but now he makes sure no one else is hurt by creatures, he does have a soft spot for kids, or any thing that is considered a 'baby' he may seem tough and cold, but really is caring and can be sweet. Even though he doesn't like magical creatures he doesn't think they should be tourtred to death.
History~ He lived happily with his mother and two little sisters his father left them long ago to go and hunt magical creatures. His mother was always against killing them and didn't want her children minds 'tanted' with those beliefs. A werewolf attacked them and killed them, ever since then Kurt has always hated magical creatures and tried to always hunt them. One time on his hunt he came across a hellhound pup. Who instead of attacking him tried to play. Kurt took it in cause he has a soft spot for kids. He kept him since and has aid him on his hunts. Kurt doesn't hunt with the other humans and is on his own.
Other~ up for love and has a loyal hellhound named Shadow that is more like a kid brother to him.
"Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?"-Finnick (Catching Fire) "We may be friends and all, but if were being chased by crazy flesh eating zombies. I won't lie. . .I'll trip you."~ Me after watching the hills have eyes.
Personality: Extremely kind and timid. She will help anyone who needs her and loves doing it. Sometimes she weakens herself to the point where she has to stay in bed for weeks, but she dosen't care. She's brave and is nervous around other people.
History: She lives with her parents who try and shelter her. Her grandmother told her she was special and that no matter what life throws at her she will heal quickly. The next day everyone in her family, except her 8 year old brother, died. She's still raising him and it's been a year later. She loves him a lot.
Other: Up for love ^^
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Powers/abilities: An amazing huntress and is constantly asked to join the 'evil' people, but she always declines. She only hunts things needed for food, and often at times will take down a evil person. She dips her arrows in a poison that only she and her best friend, Luna know about. The poison instantly gets stuck onto the clothes or skin on contact and she doesn't use it on edible things, like animals.
Personality: Marissa is very bubbly and usually fun loving around people she knows. She is also very protective and untrusting around men.
History: Marissa grew up as a normal kid and has considered Luna her best friend for life. When she was thirteen she ran away from her abusive brother and father and has lived on her own for the past years of her life.
Other: Up for love if someone can get past her barrier
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Name: Giovanni (Gi)
Age: Unknown but appears in his early twenties
Gender: Male
Species: Shapeshifter
Powers/abilities: Shape shifting and feeling others emotions
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Personality: Giovanni stays to himself a lot. He's not very social and doesn't enjoy meeting new people. He's a great 'actor' and will often 'act' like he's enjoying himself and trick many, except his companion, a falcon named Astor, who he can talk to.
History: Giovanni was always shunned by his family. The thought of him as a weakling and a pansy. His grandfather was the only one that showed him kindness and told him that he'd grow up to be someone. One night, when he was only a few years old, his entire family was slaughtered by hunters. One of the hunters had thought he was only a normal child, and trained him until he was twenty two before joining him with the others. When he was forced to kill only a young child he dropped everything and shifted into an animal for the first time. He ran away with the child and never looked back. Now the child is his companion, Astor, who is a bird demon and can transform into any type of bird.
Other: Up for love
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Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Okay, I think we've got plenty of mythical creatures now We still need hunters though. Any takers?
Also, if Billy posts his profile tonight then we can start Anyone feel free to begin.
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
Powers/abilities: He can shapeshift into a few fairly harmless animals, and talk to all animals. He can heal minor physical wounds, conduct divinations, and cause or cure diseases of the physical, psychological, or spiritual kind. He can also survive for extended periods of time on spiritual energy alone.
Personality: Sekayi is a playful person - he enjoys riddling competitions, telling stories, and playing practical jokes on others. He is kind-hearted, and won't hesitate to help someone if they need it. He finds it difficult to bear a grudge or any ill-will against someone, and doesn't like to be disagreeable. He loves being around other people.
History: Sekayi was born on a Saturday. While a fairly unremarkable event in the real world, a Saturday birth was a rare occurrence in his tribe, and those born on a Saturday were always born in tune with the natural and spiritual world, and he was apprenticed from a young age to the tribe's shaman. At thirteen, he was put through his proper initiation test, being buried alive from sundown to sunrise in order to help manifest his connection to the spirit world. He faced tragedy, however, when a group of hunters came to his tribe in search of the old shaman, believing him to be far more than the simple, nature wielding human he was. They slaughtered the tribe when they would not give up the old man, and finally discovered and killed him. Only Sekayi was able to escape the hunters, as the old shaman interred him in the ground moment before the hunters arrived. It took Sekayi three days to dig himself free, and is now travelling in the hope that he will discover some spiritual guidance in how to best remember his tribe.
Other: Up for love, has a raven named Cheikh
**And my evil character**
Name: Namir Rasshid
Age: 300
Gender: Male
Species: Sandwalker
Powers/abilities: He can shift between a human form and his natural sandwalker form. In sandwalker form, his tail and pincers secrete a paralysing poison, and he can superheat his breath. In his human form, he can wield a kind of 'desert magic'. He is also supernaturally fast in both forms.
Personality: In a technical sense, Namir isn't actually evil. He's a survivor, a pragmatist, a loner, and a distrusting person. While it is possible for him to travel with another mythical creature for a short time, he will most likely end up killing them for what he sees as his own safety. Moreover, the murder of his lover at the hands of the hunters - including some captured mythical creatures, has turned him to hate humans and several species that he might otherwise class as allies, and these he will attack without consideration.
History: Namir was, for roughly the first hundred years of his life, content. The people of the towns in and around the desert he inhabited believed in him, and their belief sustained his ability to roam as he wished and feed on the camel trains that braved the sands, striking at their camps in the dead of the night and carrying away two or three, leaving naught but his tracks behind. However, after that century, he became curious of the humans, and settled for a time in one of the towns. There he met a girl, who he promptly fell in love with, later to discover that her father was a wealthy merchant who had requested that the hunters look in to the sandwalker legend. Fearing for his life, and that of his beloved, Namir took her and began the long trek to the next town. However, desert nomads, traditionally somewhat worshipful friends of Namir, led the hunters right to him, identifying his human form. Seeing no other choice, Namir attacked them as the sandwalker, and killed the hunters, their servants, and the nomads involved. In the process, however, one of the hunters murdered Namir's lover, and he since declared war on the races of humanity and multiple mythical ones, intending to hunt down and kill their members one by one.
Other: Maybe up for love.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Powers/abilities: Rob is a hunter. He was born into the business by his uncle. He is extremely good, and has killed several mythical high ranked creatures. He is oftenly approached by parties that want to hire him, but he works alone. He is strong and fast. He was taught don how to use a sword, and guns.
Personality: Rob is a loner. He is closed up, and as rock on the outside. He's courageous and not afraid of anything, except to loose someone.He will do anything for anyone close to him.
History: Robert's parents were killed when he was just a boy. His uncle took him in, when the policy couldn't find the killers. His uncle knew about the mythical creatures and took Robert to the hunter business. His uncle died recently, leaving him a mansion and the knowledge on how to kill.
Other: Up for love
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
Powers/abilities: She has total control of the skies and wind, enabling her to produce anything from a light breeze to a full blown tornado. She also uses the wind to communicate with others. Wind can also communicate with her directly, often warning her of danger. Her element can also cut through anything, if she concentrates it on a small area.
Appearance: Fair hair with blue eyes, slender and light looking. Around medium height.
Personality: Easy going and mellow, she never rushes about anything. She always appears to be calm, and it takes a lot for her to get angry. She dislikes talking ill of others, but is particularly bitter over the creature hunters.
History: Kaze was born to human parents, but cannot remember them at all. She was taken by the previous master of the winds and skies, another dragon named Fei-Lung who wished to teach her how to use her element. She trained on the mountain tops for many years, the intense preparing her to prepare to take over for Fei-Lung after he should die. Fei-Lung was a strict teacher but also somewhat of a father to Kaze. Then one day, the old dragon master left Kaze to herself on the mountain. He never returned.
She wanted desperately to find him, but suspected that it was too late; that the hunters had finally killed the master of the skies. She resides on the cliff tops, close to the skies as she can get. She guards them always, using the wind to communicate with her best and only friend, Mizu.
Other: Up for love
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
Thanks, writewatiwant. But one thing, there's no guns in Midynn. Swords bows and arrows and stuff. Think medival times
Xavier
I lay sprawled out on the forest floor, lying low in the brush and waiting for some innocent traveller to pass by. Dreams hadn't plagued me this week, so my mood was cheerful and spirits were high. The best time for pranking, I thought with a devious grin. My dark eyes flickered towards the sound of footsteps. My brain kicked into action; I'd been so lost in happy thought that I hadn't even decided what sort of joke I would play on the unsuspecting person.
By the sounds of her light step, it was a girl. Girls like horses, right? So maybe I could have a little fun with that.
I stood, shifting into a dark, majestic stallion on the spot, my front hooves hitting the ground with a thud.
As the girl came around the corner, I poked my slender nose around a tree, snorting and pawing the ground. She stopped, raising an eyebrow at me curiously. I tossed my head and winked at her. This time her mouth gaped a little, but she closed it shut again quickly. I trotted out onto the path, throwing my head into the air and swishing my tail, strutting around the girl in a full circle. The look of shock and confusion caused me to laugh a strange, throaty neigh.
Then, I brought my head down, my teeth closing on the small coin pouch tied at her waist, pulling it off and holding it in the air triumphantly, while she gasped and jumped up for it.
I galloped away, tossing the the money pouch and whinnying, looking back at the girl daringly and snorting, a clear message, 'catch me if you can!'
"Here boy, come and give me that back now," she implored me to stay by raising her hand palm facing me, creeping steadily closer.
I waited until she got a little closer, before taking off with a nicker, swishing my tail in mirth as she chased after me.
*anyone can jump in here*
Kaze
I stared into the azure tones of the skies, as cloud twisted and danced across the vast expanse. A cool breeze blew tendrils of my fair hair across my face, and I brushed them away quietly, my eyes dropping to the vast hills and valleys of Midynn.
"Where are you, Fei-Lung?" I sighed, shifting from my cross legged position upon the outcrop and swinging my legs from the edge.
My eyes slowly rose until they rested upon the jagged black mountains, from behind which the human realm was. My eyes narrowed a little when I thought of the hunters. Could they really kill the wise old dragon? Someone so kind hearted as Fei-Lung?
The answer: yes, they could, they have done before, and they won't stop until we are all dead. And even then, so many of our kind were disappearing due to lack of Belief...
I never fully understood that kind of magic. I wasn't sure whether I believed in it or not. It wasn't something I could touch, hold in my hand or feel in my heart. But neither was air, was it? And yet it moved and danced at my call as if it were something living.
I heard a rush of air behind me, and I turned my head to see the slender, aqua maned dragon that was Mizu land on the ground behind me, shifting to her human form.
I smiled. "Hey Mizu. Good to see you again."
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
We still need hunters though. Any takers?
