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Name: Altu Sren'en

Age: 157 (young for his kind, not long matured)

Race: Griffilisk (Griffin/basilisk hybrid)

Race Information: Altu is the only of his kind.

Appearance: Image

His eyes are an eerie orange.

Personality: Altu has adapted well to the solitary life, but dislikes being alone for long periods of time (though he doesn't show it.) Extremely difficult to gain his trust, and you must prove to him that you are worthy of it. Very resilient and most rude comments bounce off him, unless you really tick him off.
Altu is quite easy going and loves to sleep and lie around, but can get ticked off if you wake him up for a stupid reason.

History: EDITED All gryphons start out as eggs. Originally Altu was a normal gryphon, but while he was in the egg stage he was stolen away by a wizard and experimented on. This wizard injected basilisk DNA into the egg. The egg was recovered and the wizard was killed. With the egg back in gryphon hands, it seemed that all was well.

However, as Altu grew up, it became apparent to the other gryphons that he was not like the others. During this time, he began to grow features which were distinctly basilisk. Instead of fur, he grew scales. His eyes became distinctly serpent-like and other changes.

His parents and the clan in general were naturally horrified. Long debates were held, as to what should be done with this monster/victim created by the wizard. Some argued that it should be destroyed, while others argued that it was a victim of a heinous act and that it shouldn't be punished for a crime it had no part of.

In the end, they decided to spare the life of Altu, by a slim majority. Even though his life had been spared though, everyone knew that he was a monster. At best he was ignored, at worst he was tormented by other gryphons in his age group. It wasn't an easy thing to go through all that, but by surviving it, he developed a strong mental/physical fortitude and people began to notice.

The first person to notice was Alden. As students, they were opponents in a mock air battle. Altu was at a disadvantage, because his scales made him a lot heavier, making him less agile, but much stronger. In spite of this though, Altu managed to outfly Alden and beat him decisively.

Instead of calling Altu names or accusing him of cheating, Alden simply got back up and asked to run the exercise again. With each battle, they learned more from and about each other. They had five battles. Two were won by Altu, two by Alden, and the fifth one went on so long that the match was called off, before the gryphons fell from the sky with exhaustion.

The two gryphons became friends and after this series of battles, they went on to defeat nearly every other gryphon they flew against in training. At the end of training, it is the custom to grant the best gryphon a command of a unit. Here though, the leaders had some trouble. Both Alden and Altu were the best gryphons.

The leaders asked the two gryphons to fight in a match to the death for command. This isn't illegal, but it was unusual and was brought about by those who wanted to see who would win, the gryphon or the freak. This match didn't happen though because Altu refused to fight. Alden was awarded command by default and Altu got subjected to even more ridicule, some even calling him cowardly. His mental fortitude was tested here. Alden was given command of a recon unit. Alden picked Altu, among other gryphons, to join his unit.

Altu is better than Alden, in the sense that he has more fortitude. Alden didn't have to work nearly as hard as Altu did to get where he is today. For Alden's part, he recognizes that Altu was treated badly. Alden feels that if he had spoken up instead of Altu, their roles might be reversed. He isn't sure if he didn't speak up because it happened to quickly or if he didn't want to speak up at all. He often splits his recon group into two, giving Altu one half, while he takes the other.

They are roughly equal in terms of fighting skill, Altu tends to use his superior strength to win battles, where Alden will try to use his superior agility to make quick and precise strikes. The styles compliment each other.

In their last mission, they were flying ahead of a large group of gryphons, when their team was caught in the same large storm that the ship was caught in. Now members of the recon team are missing, dead, or injured on this island.


Abilities: His thick. scaly hide is a good protection against blunt weapons, and as is his feathery mane. He has the ability of a basilisk's stare, but a lot more tuned down. Instead of killing anyone who looks into his eyes, he can make then feel pain if he wishes. Agile in flight.

Weaknesses: His belly scales are soft and his weak point. His feathers get water logged easily and so he could quickly drown if he fell into deep water. He isn't very fast on land.


Hey Griffinkeeper? I was wondering if Altu and Alden could know each other from the tribe? If not that's fine ;)
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***Sorry, I've been super busy. And it's been what one day an y'all shot off :P And Griffinkeeper I hope this is ok. ***

[b]Skylar[/i]

Skylar coughed as she held tightly to a piece of board in her small form. She'd hit her head to hard to save herself from swallowing a bunch of water. She pulled all the water off herself to keep herself warm then she pushed the water she was on to the shore keeping most of the storm away from her.

When she got to the shore she climbed up on the sand and laid there for a little while heaving for breath. She looked up and a shadow suddenly washed over her before a huge foot almost came down on her.

"WATCH IT!" She screamed rolling out of the way. It was like a big paw. She quickly scurried to the side and looked at the huge griffin. He jumped a little to the side his big paws moving slowly. He must've been just as tried as her body felt. He lowered his head down a little and looked at her like he was trying to figure out if she was friend or foe. She shifted to her human form and crossed her arms. "I'm a fairy, and I'm a friend as long as you are." He chuckled a little and raised his head back up.

"I'm Alden." He said looking at her.

"Skylar." She replied bowing a tad. "Is anyone else alive?"

"I'm not sure, I'm still looking." He replied. "I think I hear voices that way though." He tipped his head to the side a little.

"Mind if I stick with you?" She asked.

"Might as well." He replied as he turned slowly again.


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Noan

The blonde woman watched the girl appear almost as though from thin air. A fairy, no doubt. The beast didn't seem to mind her presence, and as she drew closer she realized it was indeed a griffin. Feeling somewhat relieved, she put her knife back in its sheath- though she did keep her hand on the hilt.

"Room for one more?" she asked, dark eyes roving from the girl to the griffin in a rather calculating way.

The strangers rounded on her, taking in her dark bedraggled robes and pale visiage. "Weren't you on the ship with us?" asked the fairy-girl. "You're supposed to be a witch, right?"

"A sorceress, actually," she replied with a mechanical smile. "My name is Noan."

The fairy and the griffon exchanged a wary glance. The girl was the first to speak.

"I'm Skylar, and this is Alden. It's nice to meet you."

Noan felt that she made them both feel a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't think much of it. Enchanters of all sorts generally had that effect on people, not so much because they had magic (after all, many creatures had that at their disposal) but because of their particular brand of magic. There were a good deal of very specific unpleasantries that a magician could bring about on anyone who made them upset.

"The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure," Noan replied, shaking Skylar's hand and inclining her head politely to Alden.

"We were just going to investigate some voices from further down the beach," Alden stated. "If you still wish to join us..."

"Then what are we still sitting here for?" Noan said briskly.

They set out at a brisk pace down the beach. Soon three figures came into view, as well as the wreckage of the ship.
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(A quick reminder folks, that you should finish conversations, or at least carry them on for a good deal of time. If we have to write a post for each line of dialogue then the story will take forever to write. Ideally, I'd want to finish the story in three months or at least reach a starting point for a sequel. Historically, few storybooks last beyond the three month marker, and those that do usually start a sequel at three month intervals.)
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Let me know if I misjudged your character Bolt ^^ And it is yours though she's calling him an angel. You'll have to forgive her ignorance.

Kidra

Now that the rage of the storm was dying down, Kidra felt some of her fear ebbing away, enough that she could raise her head and cast a fearful glance about. She was still on the ship, her knuckles pale and drawn from clutching so desperately to the railings but it had been the rope that saved her life. If not for the rope, Kidra would have been swept away by the terrible winds and icy spray; she'd lost her grip several times.

It was the rope that might kill her now though. Wet and tired as she was, her frozen fingers couldn't work the knot and she had visions of being stuck there on her own, dying of thirst and hunger or perhaps even the cold. Could extreme cold kill a changeling? Sometimes she wasn't sure how her own body worked and the human's picture books of fairys didn't explain anywhere near enough.

"Hey?" Kidra called out weakly, testing the muscles that had been strained by screams and whimpers. She couldn't see anyone, not through the thin mist that was gathered around the ship. Wait. The ship was no longer moving, they must have run aground. That was something at least. "Hello, can somebody help me?" Kidra called more loudly. She reached again to the rope about her waist. It was feeling very uncomfotable. She probably had chaffing if not rope burns on her skin.

Despair clutched her as the wind picked up again, no, not again! Kidra didn't think she could survive another storm like that. She wriggled back and clutched at the railings, huddled against them. And then it stopped, accompanied by two soft thuds.

"What's this?" Kidra turned her face and looked at the extraordinary creature. Her experience with other races had started when she boarded this ship but she didn't believe she had met one like this. A man with wings so angels really existed huh? He was tall and handsome and Kidra couldn't help but admire how he towered over her in his heroic glory.

"A damsel in distress," Kidra said with a smile and a wink. She let go of the railings and tugged on the rope. "I tied myself up." She looked at him hopefully. Angels were supposed to save people right? The angel tutted and shook his head in good humour.

"And I suppose you'd like me to fix that?" he knelt down and Kidra got a better look at him. He looked tired and his wings were dripping, water-logged from the storm no doubt but he had much better use of his hands and took hold of the rope in two places, pulling it apart. Ooooh, niiiice. Angels got super powers, that wasn't at all fair but Kidra found herself in a position to be grateful.

"Much better," she said happily. She leaned on the railing to help her stand while she steadied herself. She noticed that the angel's descent had dispersed the mist and could see that had she been much closer to the front of the ship she'd have been crushed into the rocks that had done it so much damage. Ouch! The back wasn't looking too good either but the stairs to the lower deck looked to have survived.

Tri-Glade was watching her curiously and smiled to himself. "A storm like that and a human survives it?" he mumbled.

"What did you say?" Kidra asked good naturedly. She'd heard the word human in there somewhere but had other things in her mind. "So angel, think you can help me see what supplies are to be salvaged? I'm hoping we're not the only survivors, no offense." That seemed like the bets plan of action and she didn't want the ship to sink before they'd taken what they could. She didn't want it to sink with her on-board either.

"None taken," Tri-Glade said with a soft laugh. Kidra led the way down to the lower deck and started searching for where the food might be kept. She shivered. It was even colder down here and they were having to tramp through water. Or at least she was. She turned back to see that Tri Glade hadn't followed her down the ladder. He looked edgy.

"I'll bring what I find to the deck and you carry it to shore, alright?" Kidra suggested. He was probably scared of drowning or something. She could understand that just fine. She was terrified. She went into a few of the surviving cabins first and grabbed some blankets, wrapping one about herself and folding the others. Survival first and boy was she cold. When she had as many as she could hold she headed back to the stairs, walking very carefully and hoping that her weight wasn't going to be the deciding factor in the ship's survival. It felt pretty sturdy.
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((Sorry about that Griffin. I edited my last two posts to be longer.))
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Guys, Grif and I were talking and he made up an alternate history for Altu. Please check out his profile for the changes. Thanks Grif :)
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I'm lost. Could someone bring in Melody again? Or tell me where she's at?
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**Tiger, Melody's with Tuvstarr and Hesh, whose putting on clothes that magically appeared at his feet :D **

Nell~

Nell opened her eyes, slowly at first, but soon shot out of the sand, dancing around on four legs frantically until she took the time to take in her surroundings. Before her stood a forest, and a large one at that. She could just barely hear the sounds from deep within it, each unique in its own way. Waves crashed at her dark brown paws, calling her in as the soft sand beneath her feet moved aside. She let out a growl at the unfamiliarity of it all. Sure it felt great to have the mist swirling around her body and the fresh air filling her lungs, but she didn't like not knowing where she was. The last thing that had happened before the storm that she could remember was some guy trying to flirt with her when she was in human form.

Nell shuddered. How she loathed men. They were nothing but pigs. Her ears swiveled until they were facing before her, three voices sounding around her. She crept forwards, hiding behind a rather large box that she slowly looked around. A tall troll and a nymph were conversing with each other. A human male suddenly popped up from behind a box, near the troll and nymph, causing Nell to jumped back at how sudden he'd jumped up. Might as well have some friends while I'm stranded. The word burned into her mind. Stranded. That's what she and everyone else was.

Stranded.

Nell slowly walked out from behind the crate, creeping towards the group.
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((Nell's in canine form, right? Or does she look like a demon right now?))

Hesh

Still grumbling, Hesh straightened up.

Tuvstarr frowned and tilted her head. "Did you hear something?"

"No," Hesh said flatly. "These ears don't work as-"

"Shh. Listen."

He sighed and turned around, listening. At least, he listened until he saw the source of the noise the troll had pointed out. There was a large dog striding cautiously towards the group.

Melody grinned. "Aw, how cute."

Hesh's eyes narrowed. "That's not just a dog."

"If it's not a dog, then what is it?" Melody asked. She looked quizzical.

Hesh didn't answer. Instead, he took a few steps towards Nell, brows furrowed. "Hey," he said in a soft voice, hoping that the natural agreeableness he seemed to incite in animals hadn't waned any. "Hey girl, we aren't going to hurt you." He outstretched one hand for her to sniff.
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**No it's canine. She hates her demon form and only uses it when necessary**

Nell~

Nell cocked an eyebrow, or at least she thought she did. She sat down, huffing a sigh and shaking her large black and tan head, her blue eyes looking around the group. "Of course you're not going to hurt me. Though, now that I'm closer you do seem rather... inhuman smelling." The human, well the man that looked like a human, jumped back in surprise, the troll and nymph sharing his same, shocked expression.

"You can talk?" The nymph sang incredulously, causing Nell to roll her crystal blue eyes.

"Of course I can talk. It'd be kind of odd for a dog to make it through those horrid waters and not all the humans on the ship, wouldn't it?" Nell gave the group a grin. "Anyway, I am Nell." Her demon form was masked pretty well, along with the scent of it. Maybe they wouldn't have a clue what she really was. That would make her time spent here a little better.

**sorry for the shortness and belated reply, can someone bring Kellon in by the way?**
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Melody

"Hello Nell," Melody smiled, polietly. She needed to be near water. She could feel it's pulse so close to her, but yet she just needed to be IN it.

"Excuse me," she bowed to them, slightly. "I'll only be a moment."

Melody ran for the water. It parted, welcoming her into it's depths. It rose around her and she laughed, enjoying it's smooth feel on her skin. Her wings grew bigger and stronger now.

She could spend forever in the waters depth...

"What are you doing, Nymph?" Nell asked.

She went back on land, refreshed now. "What do you think?" She sniffed. " I am a WATER Nymph. I do need it to survive."

She looked to the others now. "So what are we doing?" She asked, energized. "Hopefully not just sitting around here all day?"
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Hesh

Hesh recovered from the shock of encountering a talking dog fairly quickly. "I smell inhuman? Er, that would be because I'm not really... at least, I suppose I am now, but I wasn't originally like this." He gestured down at this body. "I was a wood spirit, similar to a dryad, and I... it's a long story."

He continued to watch Nell shrewdly. What was she? It was possible that she was really just a talking dog, but somehow he doubted that.

Hesh watched Melody leap into the water with a twinge of envy. He used to be able to thread through the trees like the wind, and now... He sighed and looked down at his bulky all-too-human legs in their clunky boots.

Tuvstarr snapped him out of it by replying to Melody's question. "I guess we should look for a place to take shelter."

Hesh nodded. "Right. Let's go then." As they set out, he glanced down at Ness. "By the way, I'm Hesh."
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