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Alright, here we go! I figure the world is set in a strange, not quiet medieval times. Kind of like medieval and modern day? So villages and the like, coins are gold and coppers, but there is a lot of leeway with everyday items. So sinks, refrigerators, showers are a go? If that works for you guys, sweet! I figure we can all handle a large volume of characters at a time so however many characters you feel comfortable with is fine. At the moment, I have two planned. So without further ado, here is the form (by xCharizardx):


and here are my two characters:

Azazeal:


Eona:

[[ NAME ]] Vennidal Krakalenge

[[ GENDER/SEXUALITY ]] Female; No sexuality

[[ AGE (demons are immortal, to some degree.) ]] 11 years

[[ HUNTER, HUMAN, DRAGON, ANGEL, DEMON OR OTHER? ]] Other. Appears to be a human child.

~> [[ WEAPON OF CHOICE? ]] Small dagger. Not a good fighter

~> [[ ABILITY? If applicable]] ???
~> [[ SPECIES? If applicable]] ???

[[ APPEARANCE (description is preferable.) ]] She is a thin girl, almost to the point of malnutrition, with very sharp facial features. Her deep green eyes seem rather large for her face, even more so when paired with milky white skin. Her hair brown reaches all the way to her waist, and is flecked with streams of a vibrant purple hue. She only has one dress, a slightly ragged blue gown, and she never wears shoes. Even with her rather grungy appearance, she cleans her hands obsessively clean.

[[ PERSONALITY ]] Very serious and mature for her age. She is always with her brother, protecting him as best she can. You will almost never see one without the other. The rest to be RP'ed

[[ HISTORY ]] None




[[ NAME ]] None (referred to as "Brother" by Vennidal)

[[ GENDER/SEXUALITY ]] Male; No sexuality

[[ AGE (demons are immortal, to some degree.) ]] 8-9 years

[[ HUNTER, HUMAN, DRAGON, ANGEL, DEMON OR OTHER? ]] Human (Mostly)

~> [[ WEAPON OF CHOICE? ]] None

~> [[ ABILITY? If applicable]] ???

[[ APPEARANCE (description is preferable.) ]] He's a small boy, even more scrawny than Vennidal, with short black hair framing his thin face. His eyes are a pale, rather soulless looking, grey color and are constantly bloodshot from lack of sleep. He fashioned himself a pair of makeshift glasses from bits of leather, metal, and glass he could scrounge. They're not perfect by any means, but they serve their purpose well enough, helping to correct his nearsightedness. The contraption wears more like a pair of goggles than glasses, with a leather strap wrapping around to hold them in place. Combined with his frazzled him, it gives him a cute "mad scientist" look. He wears a ragged pair of one-size-too-big grey pants, and a black shirt with white stripes. Like Vennidal, he wears no shoes

[[ PERSONALITY ]] He almost never talks to anyone, only speaking in hushed tones to Vennidal. When others are around, friends or strangers alike, he will whisper in her ear, having her speak for him. He is a very timid child, starting at almost everything. He is especially afraid of the dark, and suffers from chronic night terrors. You can imagine the effect this kind of stress puts on a young child's nerves... Further details to be RP'ed

[[ HISTORY ]] None

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[[ NAME ]] Melez Morningstar

[[ GENDER/SEXUALITY ]] Female. Her sexuality is completely unknown to her as she's so young.

[[ AGE (demons and angels are immortal, to some degree.) ]] 57

[[ HUNTER, HUMAN, DRAGON, ANGEL OR DEMON? ]] Angel and Demon. She's a halfbreed. Will be explained in her history.

~> [[ WEAPON OF CHOICE? ]] Her whip and her throwing daggers.

~> [[ ABILITY? If applicable]] She can shadow slip and fly. She can also cast some basic magics.
~> [[ SPECIES? If applicable]] Halfbreed.

[[ APPEARANCE (description is preferable.) ]] Melez stands about 5'4''. She is half demon, half angel. She looks to be about 20. Her skin is a reddish-grey, which offsets her bright amber colored eyes. Her wings reach a total length of 10 feet when completely stretched out. Her wings are a deep mahogany color, and speckled with a grey of a darker tone than her skin. Her horns are a shade or two darker than her skin. They come out above and behind her temples and curve around her head before coming up in a point. She wears a dark leather trenchcoat that's split into three sections at the back so her wings have a place to come out. She wears a simple cloth shirt and dark brown cloth pants with leather boots.

[[ PERSONALITY ]] She is usually pretty easy going but is very defensive of herself and any people she's aligned with. She's very much like a child in many ways, but has grown so much in the last 7 years of her life that she can be very mature one moment, and climbing a tree the next. The rest is to be RPed.

[[ HISTORY ]] I really want her history to be found out in parts once you meet her, so, to be RPed.

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Might add another person later on, but as of the moment I don't think I will...

Eona pulled her hood a tighter around her head. One could never be too careful late at night. Her red hair made her stick out like a sore thumb. So best to keep it hidden at night when she was people watching. Peering out from the shadows her hood provided, Eona quickly looked up and down the too quiet street. Then again, this street wasn't busy late at night. She'd have to go to the darker side of town if she wanted to observe people. Spotting nothing amiss besides a slightly uneven cobblestone road, Eona kept on her way. She walked quickly, making sure not to walk too proudly or look too unsure of herself. When she came to one of the flicking gas lamps, she turned her head, as if listening for something coming the other way. This way, she kept her face in the shadows. Making her way to the cleanest bar, one of four that the well off town had running, Eona decided she'd have something to drink. Of course, normal spirits and alcohol didn't effect her nearly as much as the other people milling about. Even in her tiny human form, she could best most men and woman. But she didn't like the taste of most of those drinks. Ordering herself a simple cider, she moved to a shadowed corner and watched the room around her.


Azazeal didn't care about discretion. He was there for business. Besides, people were going to remember him anyway. He couldn't help it if he was just so charming and alluring. Smirking, he looked around the little houses and shops, making sure he was headed the right way. His castings had always started here when it came to her. Now, if only she'd appear. Just a glimpse, he told himself, walking past a small well. Just a glimpse and then he had to go and deal with business. And not the fun kind. The kind that made him the thug more times then then not. His quarry had run here, thinking itself self and secure among the locals.

Melez entered the clean, but somewhat noisy tavern and made her way over to the bar and took a seat that had the least amount of people next to it. She ordered a drink and pushed some hair out of her face tucking it behind one of her horns. She knew that both humans and demons were welcome in this place, angels were welcome if they were a friend. She muttered her request to the bartender who moved off to grab her a simple light ale. Her stomach could take a harder drink, but she wasn't here to get drunk, she was here to take the edge off and perhaps find a bed for the night. Drink in hand she turned her head to survey the room. Dark enough, and just barely loud enough, but perfectly inconspicuous. Wonderful. She didn't need any attention and no one seemed to be paying her any special mind so she turned back to the bar and stared down at the drink in her hands. She had had a rough few days. She needed this little relaxation. She only hoped none of her father's friends were around, she didn't see any and they didn't see her, so that's one point in her favor. She sipped her drink savoring the cool liquid that left a hot and sharp tingling feeling in its rush down her throat, making her stomach burn in the most pleasant of ways.

The tall, well dressed man passed their hiding place, unaware of the two children's presence. Vennidal crept out, making sure no one else was out on the street. She quickly motioned to her brother. The boy followed her out quietly, as they stalked the man ahead. He was an odd one for sure, some sort of royal, and almost certainly lugging a hefty bit of change. The two moved closer, now within ten feet of him. Glancing at her brother, Vennidal held out her fingers. Three. Two. One. Go! They raced forward, knocking into either side of him as they flew past. With quick fingers, she was able to snag the mans coin purse. Both children bolted into the night, racing down alleys and back streets, until finally coming a stop in front of the tavern. They stood panting for a moment before turning to grin at each other. They soon devolved into a giggling mess, basking in the thrill of their "villainy." Her brother calmed himself, pointing at the building. His soft words pulled her slowly out of her fit. "Y-you're right brother. We surely don't want master to be angry." The two pushed and shoved to be first in, giggling and tripping across the tavern floor, dodging serving maids and over enthusiastic patrons. They sucked behind the counter. Their "master," the owner of the establishment, plucked the bag of coins from Vennidal's finger, glancing at the contents, before giving her a pat on the head. "Very nice. You two did good tonight. Now I've got one more thing for the two of ya." The man subtly gestured across the room. "See that one over in the corner? I'm not likin the look of 'er. You know 'ow I feel about strangers, specially dark shady ones 'oo sit in the corner starin at ery'body. Just... Go see if you kin find anythin out about 'er." The two nodded. "Yes sir," before rushing out into the crowd. The two were well known by most of the regular patrons, acting almost as "mascots" for the place. A few smiled at them, some tossing small food items to them, which they gleefully excepted. The two slowly made their way through the tables, talking (at least Vennidal) and laughing with friends, inching ever closer to the strange woman. Vennidal scooted into the chair next to the woman, her brother standing across the table staring at the hooded woman. "You look lonely. Why sit hear all by yourself?" She asked, not at all shy.

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Melez cocked her head to the side as she swore she heard the door open with the sounds of children giggling. Why would there be little children in a place like th... Her thought stopped as she saw in the reflection of her glass two little people making their way across the floor and into her line of sight behind the counter. Perhaps his kids? She spotted the exchange of the coin purse before busying herself with another sip of her ale. No. His employees... She took a deep breath through her nose to gain the full "experience" of the drink. She lifted the glass slightly to examine the contents and turned the glass just enough to get the movements of the children as they went to work going to sit at a table with a young woman. What could they be up to... Not my business. I don't need to get involved... She mentally fights with herself for a few moments before she takes another sip of her drink, taking note of the amount of liquid still within. I should have time for another... And I can handle it to. Thanks to my father. She grinned slightly reminiscing with herself and the family dinners that were accompanied with a fine wine or hard cider.

Azazeal had had enough games. Sighing, he slipped through the shadows, reappearing inside the bar that he had seen her in so many times before. Keeping himself from looking at the bar first, Azazeal made the patrons believe he had been there the entire time. Bar maids flocked to him, fawning over him. If Azazeal said he didn't like the attention, he'd be lying. He did like it. At least a little. He was important here. He was very much treated like the god he was. But he wasn't here for their attention. He was here for someone. Well, two someone's. The first sat with her back to him at the bar. The other was currently talking to some kids.


Eona watched the little girl curiously. She didn't have much experience with human hatchlings! This could be very exciting! Pulling her hood back enough so that they could see her features but not her hair, Eona smiled. "I am not too lonely. I am simply thinking. You can learn a lot by simply watching people. For instance, see that gentlemen over there?" she asked, jerking her chin towards a man on the other side of the room. He kept glancing at a red skinned beauty at the bar. "He's been struck by Cupid arrow. He fancy's her. Though she certainly doesn't fancy him. And that man?" she continued, nodding to someone very good looking and stretched out in a chair. "He thinks himself the cat's meow. That smile of his is too free. The bar maids should be careful, least they be pulled in by his charms. Though, I believe the worst he'd leave them with is a broken heart and the story of what if. What about you two? Isn't talking to strangers something frowned upon?" Eona asked, eager to learn more about these two hatchlings.

A dagger of cold shot down the boys spine, coating his mind like tar. He turned slowly from the table, staring at the new man. Something in his mind whispered that "he'd been there all along," but he knew better. That whisper... It was foreign, sickly. The man himself reeked of death, so much so that the boy wondered how the other patrons couldn't taste it in the air. The man was wrong. He was... Dead inside.

Vennidal giggled at the strange woman's words. She was very pretty, and she had such captivating eyes. So innocent and calm, but with the fierceness of brimstone behind them. Fitting eyes for such a beautiful dragon. She gave the woman a mischievous grin, but before she could say speak something tugged on her dress. She glanced at her brother feeling the fear in his eyes. "What's wrong?" The small boy was practically trembling, as he nodded towards the man. Vennidal stared at him curiously. Something seemed off about him. Something... Unnatural. As if he trying to fake being alive. "Lady I like you. You're very pretty too. Could we come with you?" She gave the woman her best puppy dog eyes. "The owner keeps us as servants here, and makes us steal stuff for food and beds." She managed to work up some tears, hoping that would sell it for the woman.

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Eona bit her lip, looking at them. Internally, her need to protect and nurture hatchlings screamed at her to take them home and keep them safe. Then there was her own horribly childhood before she had gotten out. I can't leave them here...Can I take them with me? I would have to be so much more careful...but...but I think I can... she thought. Finally, she nodded. "Thank you, honey. You are pretty as well. You're sure you want to come with me?" she asked. "I live out in the forest. In a cave. But if you still want to come, I'll make sure you both never have to worry again. Both of you need only be children and happy. Okay?" Eona reached one of her hands, palm up.


Azazeal looked at the woman in the corner, both children too close for him to work his way in. And based on their thoughts, both of them would be frightened if he drew near. All for the best. He could say that he couldn't catch her. That the risk was too high. Now, if only they stayed with the girl. And his people didn't tell him to forcefully take her. Maybe this would work...

Melez ordered another drink as she had finished the one in her hand. She had just barely heard the question from the little girl over the various conversations and momentary laughter from patrons who had a little too much to drink. Knew that they weren't his kids, but servants? And I can tell that they steal stuff, but I doubt that that's the only reason they're trying to stay with that woman... Probably to take her things... Should I? She risked a glance over in the direction of the children and the woman and saw that she was buying the sob story and crocodile tears. That boy though... What was he looking at that made him look terrified. She turned her gaze to follow that of the boy's and found a man watching them with interest. He does seem a little off, perhaps a newcomer? But why the keen attention... She wondered as she took a deep drought from her cup as she turned back to the bar contemplating what she's seen and what she plans to do with it all.

The man was looking at them... Or at him? The boys body shivered at the icy gaze, his heart pounding in his ears. Panic began to set in as a low screaming grew in his mind. His pupils contracted to pinpricks and sweat dripped from his clenched fists. The man... He knew him...NO NO NO... The nightmares clawing at his mind... STOP THE SCREAMING... The noise grew in his mind, like wails of the damned echoing up from his soul, until he knew nothing but the screaming. THE MONSTERS WERE COMING FOR HIM. HE MUST FEED THEM.

A devious smile played across Vennidal's face at the woman's words. So heartfelt, as if she had felt the pain of mistreatment herself. She shouldn't be so trusting. Her breed knew betrayal better than most, but her maternal instincts must have overpowered her better judgment. She would learn though. A dragon must always be careful. The girl threw her arms around the woman, pressing into her neck. "Oh thank you, thank you! I like caves, and as long as I'm with him, Brother won't be scared" She turned to look at the boy "Right Bro-" Her eyes widened at the sight. The small boy had slumped slightly, as he stared at the odd man. His wide eyes were streaming tears and the "whites" were beginning to darken to a deep ebony. She wasn't all that worried about that though. What frightened her was the fact that he was floating three inches above the floorboards. She spun back to the woman, losing all semblance of childishness. "Listen. We have to leave now." She hissed with deadly seriousness. "If we don't, people are going to die!" She grabbed the boy's hand, turning him to face her. His dead eyes stared straight through her, as his puipils began to glow white. "Shhhh, it's all right little one. The screams can't hurt you when I'm here. You don't have to be afraid." She stroked his hair softly, humming a calming tune. "Please brother..." Her voice was tinged with desperation and real tears were threatening to well up in her eyes. The other patrons still hadn't noticed the scene taking lace in the corner.

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Azazeal's eyes turned to the boy's and he lost all his swagger. The boy...he was in real pain! How had Azazeal never seen this in a casting? This was hugely important! Death began to creep in, menacing shadows, cold and dangerous. Yeah, no. Not today! Leave! he told his fathers minions. You won't find what you seek here! Return and tell your master to keep you on a shorter leash, with love from his son, Azazeal. Pulling those same shadows to him, using them to travel in the shadows. His destination would hopefully help keep one person save tonight.

Eona wanted to pull the little boy into a hug. But instinct told her that wouldn't be a good thing. Instead, she took thee girls hand, herding them both out the door. Fear made her heart pound faster and faster. "Is he going to be okay? Is there anything I can do to help? Is it okay if I hug him? To try to help calm him down?" Eona asked, feeling horribly helpless. Helplessness wasn't something she liked to feel. Her inner dragon turned over, becoming anxious.

Melez could feel something change in the room, what it was she couldn't place. That was until she had turned to glance at the corner seeing the boy reacting badly to something. Her blood froze as she saw his feet had left the wooden floorboards. What in the name? She had to turn to watch them leave and decided that she wanted to do the same. If the boy had done something to the Inn, she didn't want to be there anymore. She reached into her pocket pulling out the spare change and a ten, she left through the same door that the odd trio had left through, not noticing the strange man had left as well. I spotted another Inn not to far down the road here... I'll get a bed there... Her trench coat swirled around her feet as she walked along the uneven road hoping that she wasn't heading down the same way the woman and the children were.

"No don't touch him!" Selinia's voice carried a bite she hadn't been expecting. Why had she done that? Sure she was defensive of him, but that had been much fiercer than unusual. "Stupid girl! Don't piss her off now that she's helping!" She schooled her face, forcing a calm "in control" expression. "Sorry, it's just that he might accidentally hurt you. He's in a dangerous state now, so we need to get him someplace calm and safe." The boy wretched, a black tar substance dripping from his lips, before slumping against Vennidal. His face was relaxed now as he leaned on her shoulder. His breathing was normal and he seemed to be fine, but a worried look crossed Vennidal's face. "That's not supposed to happen... He shouldn't have calmed like that!" The girl glanced up at the woman next to her. "I think it's safe now. Could you carry him? I can't hold him up like this very long."

The boy sat on the bed. No not really. It was in his mind. But it felt real. He could feel the sheets beneath him, the sheets that weren't really there. But they were there, just in his mind! He giggled, unable to help himself. He always got confused when he thought about to hard about this place. The room around him felt so familiar, but he never could remember why. Why was a dark bedroom the place his mind conjured up for him? Why did he feel so safe here? "The Monsters" Oh yeah. He'd forgot about them for a second. What was taking them so long? They were keeping him waiting tonight! Hopping off the bed, he popped open the closet doors, but found nothing behind them. Where were they? Moving to the door, he accidentally stepped on a yellow plastic brick. After several seconds of painful one-legged hopping, he stumbled out the door and into the hallway. Nothing there either. Something was wrong... He tried to peak out the windows along the hall, but he was to short. From where he was, all he could see was empty black. "Dark, but not empty" A creak rang out from the end of the hall. Slowly, the boy turned to see two pale white eyes staring at him. "He took them. The man at the tavern. He pulled them out of you and took them away. His blood turned to ice at the words. The man. He remembered now! The man was evil. He killed them! He needed to pay, to DIE. "I am trapped here. I cannot leave without them here. I am stuck forever unless she can restore them to me. While I wait, let's......play a game."

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Eona was taken aback. At first, she was hurt by the girls tone. Clearly, these two were very protective of each other. Something was wrong. But she couldn't place it. Maybe it was just her imagination...but something about they way the girl snapped at her made Eona pause Pulling out a handkerchief, she gently dabbed away the substance from the boys mouth, fearing he might choke on it. Once she had it mostly cleaned away, she looked at Vennidal. "I can carry him...can you promise me that you are running away from a bad life? That you aren't trying to hurt me by coming with me? You actually want to come with me to be protected and cared for? Please, don't lie." Her big green eyes looked at the girl, hiding how it had hurt to be snapped at. She didn't interact with people often but when she did, it wasn't that extreme. She didn't have much experience with how to react to that. Carefully, Eona swept the boy up into her arms, cradling him against her chest like he was fragile.

Melez stopped walking as she heard a shout from up ahead of her, that of a young girl. Great... Two different directions to choose from and I go down the one that I didn't want to go down... Anyways, is that woman hurting them? That voice did say to not touch him... She let her body melt into the shadows on the side of the buildings as she glided through them and into an ally where she stepped out of the shadow to peer around the corner to see if the children were in danger. That was something she couldn't abide and something she could help with. What is going on here? She wondered as she watched the boy collapse then the older female wipe his mouth then take him from the girl. She's helping them... She pulled back around the corner only for her horn to scrape the old stone and cause some dust and small shards fall to the ground with a light patter sound. Drat... Just what I didn't want to have happen...

Vennidal gritted her teeth, glancing between the woman and her brother. This had gotten way to complicated, way to fast. Of course they weren't trying to hurt the dragon, far from it! She had really just wanted a cheap ticket someplace calm in the woods. Someplace where her brother wouldn't hurt people. "No we don't want to hurt you but... We aren't exactly running from a bad life. Please, we just need to get somewhere safe for my brother. He's all I've got..." Her voice genuinely broke on the last word, as she was unable to control her emotions. "Get ahold of yourself! Nows not the time to go all teary eyed!" A small noise from behind made her stiffen. Had they been followed? She listened closely, but couldn't hear anything. Had she imagined it?

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Eona studied her a moment. She gave them the benefit of the doubt. She sincerely hoped that she wouldn't come to regret it. She wanted to help them so much! Hearing the something not too far off, she stiffened. When Eona noticed the girl beside her stiffen and look around as well, she knew it wasn't just her imagination. "Can you hold your brother a moment? I want to check that out. I don't want to be followed. I don't want anyone to come after us when they find you both missing," Eona whispered to the girl, getting ready to hand her back her brother. "Both of you stay here and I will only be a moment."

Melez heard them mumbling and whispering about something. Okay, if that woman does come around the corner I can just slip into the shadows and get away easily. As she thought this the street lamp just outside of the alley flickered on casting a yellow light into the dead end corridor putting her plan out of action. Drat! I could fly out here... That'll at least get me out of reach. So she's helping the children and not trying to hurt them, so I don't have to still be concerned. She turned and walked to the end of the alley and pulled the edges of her trench coat aside revealing two cuts in the back of her shirt. With a quiet fluttering of feathers her large mahogany wings emerged from their tattoo on her back. She stretched them to the sides getting ready to leap into the air.