Name: Sophia Spero Age: Appears 20, is actually just over 200, she lost track Type of monster: Werewolf Personality: Sophia generally keeps to herself. She's very thoughtful, but also a little secretive, so people often can't tell what she's thinking. She isn't a big fan of the king, but the kingdom is her home, and she'll do anything to protect it. She's loyal to her friends, but will deceive her enemies without second thought. She's very smart, and with the help of her power, she can predict how events will unfold, much like a game of chess. She has a positive outlook on life, and although she never says so, she believes strongly in the power of hope. She's a plotter, and she'll often concoct schemes behind the king's back. Up for love? Yes Power: Psychic Appearance: Spoiler
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Weapons: Katana Spoiler
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Other: Sophia has trained herself to shift partially from human to wolf form. One of her favorite forms is wolf legs, claws and tail, with her human body and head.
I realize I placed a reserve for a female, but there's already one of those for a werewolf, so I've decided to even out the gender ratio.
Name: Indigo "Indi" Veraldi
Age: Appears 20, but is really around 37. He's quite new to this lifestyle.
Type of monster: Werewolf
Personality: Indi is quiet and thoughtful, but has a temper like no other. He doesn't mean to, but his instincts make him feel as if he's Alpha, which can often come of as him being conceited and self-righteous. He is playful and childish when bored, but serious and self-sacrificing when danger occurs. He's trustworthy, but makes his companions prove their trust before bringing out the bag of secrets.
Up for love? Yes
Power: Psychic
Appearance: Spoiler
Excuse the anime
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His wolf form: Spoiler
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Weapons: He carries a small dagger in the sole of his boot, but relies on his wolf more than anything.
Other: He's a floater. He doesn't trust the King, but has no pack to support him. He also has trained himself to transform into his wolf at will, though it takes it's toll on his physical being and mentally drains him to do so.
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I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
This Storybook is difficult to understand, so I'm hoping this goes along with the whole story.
Name: Bruqeshe (Brew-kesh)
Age: Unknown. He existed since the dawn of the world.
Type of monster: Demon
History: Bruqeshe sat in the depths of Hell under curfew of the Elder Gods, awaiting an opportunity to take his revenge. When the Queen concieved the new Prince, the Demon Emperor saw his chance. He tainted the Queen with a poweful curse, morphing her child into a Demon like him. Now, Bruqeshe plots to use the new King to create Hell on Earth and finally take revenge on the Elder Gods.
Personality: Bruqeshe is a meglomaniac with destructive tendencies. He is devoid of any positive emotion, only evil, sick thoughts run through his mind. He is ruthless, unrelenting and will willfully commit genocide and even betrayal to get things his own way.
Up for love? ...No...
Power: Darkness
Appearance:Spoiler
Around nine feet tall
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Weapons: He doesn't need weapons. He uses extremely powerful magic.
Other: The Demon Emperor of sin. He commands all chains of Demons and Devils.
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Laments of passion Obstructed by fear. Under guises of jovial chatter; Incredulous hopes Steadily feasting away- Eating away at my heart.
Age (This could range from anything. Just remember what species you are and what age they might be OR look like): 309, looks 15. He's young in comparison to other dragons he's aware of, but he's mature for his age.
Type of monster: Half-dragon.
Personality: Harsh, abrasive, outspoken, loyal to a fault if he decides to become attached, aggressive, quick-witted. Once referred to as The Voice of Reason by the people he was raised around. He was always the quickest to figure out problems. Now he's grown lazy in that last regard, letting people do as they may without too much comment (unless they're being unusually stupid). Aromantic.
Up for love? Love? Pfft, no. In general, he dislikes everyone. It's hard to get on his good side and even if you do? Expect undying loyalty, but no affection. He's, basically, either a gray-asexual/borderline demisexual or asexual. He doesn't have words for it (I suppose).
Power: Earth.
Appearance:
Human Form--Tall, lean and wiry. Long arms, legs, fingers, torso. Like he's stretched out. Nails are sharp, hard, black. More of his teeth are sharp, the canines jagged like a wasp's stinger. Eyes are slanted and like a snake's. Irises shift color, but tend to be sable or green as grass. Hair is brownish and russet, like fallen leaves, and his skin is darkly tanned. His fingers are scaled in brown-green and scales go down his spine. His tongue is forked. He has high cheekbones, almost no eyelashes, and thin lips.
Dragon Form--He's a huge beige beast with spikes around his head and down his spine and bat-like wings. The wing's grow dark brown at the tips and the scales around his face are dotted with green, gold, blue, and red. His teeth are like a saber toothed cat, except they're all that large and razor-sharp. His claws are dark brown. His eyes remain the same, except without any sign of humanity.
Weapons:
Human--carries a crocodile jawbone dagger and a steel short sword. He's relatively adept at both. However, he's always been one for poisons, if that counts. He finds slipping wolfsbane or nightshade into a drink is simpler than risking his own life.
Dragon--well, the important word is dragon. Claws, teeth, spines, tail, sheer size.
Other: He is an adviser, mostly, but he does keep an eye on things. He sometimes moonlights as a guard, flying around, or he checks on the land. He's not exactly ecstatic to have the job, but he doesn't mind precisely. He works for the king, but he works under the assumption he could fly off at any time, though he knows in the back of his mind this isn't true. Weren't his father and mother, a mercenary and dragon, both killed, leaving him in servitude to the demonic king? Otherwise and more importantly, he is one of the best assassins the king could want. He's generally agitating, but he slips into shadows well enough in human form. And, as mentioned, he knows his poisons and a dagger. The unfortunate implication of this is that he has little to no respect for enemy life. In the past, he's burnt entire villages, towns, and cities to the ground. He claims he will no longer do this for the king. He can kill one enemy, but his taste for civilian death is lacking. The only being he truly doesn't regret killing a little, though, is the dragon who killed his parents. The king assumed a rebel did it, but no. Wymark decided revenge would be worth it.
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I paced around the marble floor, my high heels hitting down on them more delicately then they should.
“Bella, calm down,” I heard the king say, his voice calming me at the slightest. “How can I calm down when the whole kingdom barely has time to get ready for the invasion? We’re not trained, hardly ready, and we need the food and shelter,” I replied in my most calm voice.
“You need something to drink Bella, so hunt or something. Bring be back something while you’re out,” He says, sighing.
I nod slowly, “Will do.” I slung my leather jacket on and kept my heels on, walking out. I catch sight of Indigo and walk over to him.
“I’m going out for a little while. If it wouldn’t be too much would you watch over the king for me? Keep him busy? I need something to drink.” I said, stopping in my tracks.
He sends me a glare and I hiss. “Just do it.” I ignore what he says afterwards and keep walking, checking the army before I leave. Ragnorok was doing a good job training them. I was surprised she would get this far. I slid out the window and walk swiftly through the empty village paths. The humans were probably sleeping. I catch sight of a man, looks about one year older than me, and sneak behind a tree, throwing my hood over my head. He sees me and I smile, revealing myself. My eyes shimmer in the moonlight and he grins.
“Hello there.” He stops walking.
I nod, “Hello. You look like you’re lost.”
“Nah. Just going somewhere is all,” He says, trying to walk closer.
“Let me show you something,” I encourage, grabbing his hand and sprinting somewhere random.
Once we get there I kick him in the gut and he falls to the ground, coughing up blood. I breathe in the scent and smile widely. “Ah, the sweet smell of death,” I chuckled, throwing him over my shoulder. I start walking back to the kingdom, happy with today’s catch.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
