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Name:
Christopher(Chris) Ross
Age (20+):
20
Gender:

Species:
Human
Sexuality:
Biromantic Asexual
History:

Christopher learned of his magical abilities at the age of seven for they would go haywire at certain times, an example would when he was angry, or experiencing a strong negative emotion of any sort. This would get him in trouble, and whoever he lashed out at, hurt. It took his parents a considerable amount of time to accept this fact, but when they did they sent him to an academy that would help him reach his full potential. It was at the age of eight did Chris attend this academy. At the age of eleven he had finally learn how to control his powers for a short amount of time, his teachers would now teach him the techniques he wanted to learn. Chris was fairing well in his academic courses such as math, science, history, etc, but seemed to struggle most in combat and magic knowledge. Although this didn't stop his from trying his best. He passing if not barley passing combat and magic, and had a bit of trouble grasping the concept at first, and after a thorough explanation did he fully understand. The grades he scored ranged from A's to B's. And on bad days C's. He continued in his courses until he graduated, and with hard work and dedication he worked his way up to be one of the 13 in the end.

Personality:

A lot can be said of Christopher Ross, but at the very least you'll find out he's independent and caring. Of course he's also disciplined, determined and upright. His independence though, this is what he's often admired for. Friends usually count on this and his sense of balance in times of need.

Specialized Magic:

Christopher has the gift of manipulating water, although there needs to be a source of water for his ability to be useful. It has taken him a considerable amount of time for him to develop his magic but it has proven to be quite efficient.

He can shift the water from it's source and move it around to his bidding and hit his target with a large body of water. Other offensive methods he may use might include drowning his opponent to death or lifting his opponent in the air using the water around them to catch them off guard, then proceeding to do whatever he may please with them.

In a defensive stance he may use his water source to create a wall, to subdue the impact of a magnifying attack, although this shield has been proven to be frail and will break on impact. Chris also uses hydrokinetic regeneration which allows him to use water to regenerate his body with the amount of water used defining the speed of healing.

All these abilities use immense concentration and using his magic for a large duration of time tends to strain his mind. His recorded record has been three to five hours using his magic, any more than that may prove to be dangerous.

Crush:
N/A
Other:

- Chris does not use weapons while fighting, for he uses a different approach. Rather than weapon to weapon combat he uses raw magic against his attackers. There is an aqua earring on Chris's left ear, for that is the source of his magic.

Bob began to creep slowly behind Tom in a stealthily manner. The twosome were located in a secluded area where no one would interrupt Bob's homicide, the only means of cover was the wall in front of him. To his surprise Tom had not taken a noticing to the young man. He felt that taking his time in the approach would produce satisfying results. Bob was right on his target, a pocket knife in hand. It was time. In a swift movement, like a snake striking a mouse, he lashed out at Tom, taking him by surprise, the knife slit the other's throat, leaving a gruesome mark behind. Blood hit the solid concrete below Bob's feet, a noise similar to water being spilled as it hit the ground. As Tom died, he had a surprised expression on his face, and soon the man went limp. Tom was dead. It was time to clean up, he hid the body in a dumpster nearby. Luckily little to no blood was on Bob's outfit, and it would hardly be noticeable. As Bob left the area the expression on Tom's face still lingered in his mind. A successful assassination, now he had another goal. To hide from the police, for he was now an outlaw.

Name - Gender, Role. Small Bio. Eye colour change.
Sei Heiwajima - Female, Fighter. She uses the Axe most of the time, but uses her legs the most when fighting unarmed. Short tempered and Prideful, but an excellent fighter. She is a bit bossy and often clashes with Gil. Surprisingly good cook. Emerald Green.
Romano Veneziano - Male, Protector. Friendly and kind to women, but is strict and less social to men. He's stubborn and is a good pickpocket. He is also somewhat vulgar, often calling others "bastard". Chocolate Brown.
Rose Wilkin - Female, Mediator. Rose does not like dwelling on negative emotions and may at times appear flippant because of this. She is also very honest, sometimes bluntly so. She is very friendly to others, but hostile to those who deserve it. Ice Blue
Sharon Rainsworth - Female, Scholar. Sharon is calm, gentle, trustworthy, and kind. She is very ladylike and smiles most of the time, spending much of her time stuck in a book. She is knowledgeable about many things, and loves to share it. Amber.
Gil Preußen - Gender Fluid, Pride. Authoritative and a bit stuck up, his egotistical attitude often infuriates the other personalities. Deep down, his is punctual and diligent. He can be a hard worker, but his exterior shows a "Not gonna do anything" face. Crimson Red.
Matthew Williams - Male, Voice of Reason. Matthew is calm, shy, sensitive, and likes to avoid fighting whenever possible. He is the voice that calms down Gil and Sei, and gives helpful advice most of the time. Violet.

Steel clashed against steel as the two opponents glared at each other, sweat pouring down their faces. Both combatants leapt away from each other, careful not to stumble. One wrong move could be the deciding factor. Tom’s chest heaved as he sucked air into his oxygen deprived lungs, keeping his eyes trained on his long time enemy. He had been waiting and preparing for an eternity and more just for this chance. “Soon.” He promised himself. “Soon this man will be gone.” The battle resumed, two men struggling as blades clashed again and again, biting into fabric and soft skin, drawing out blood as the sun set behind the two. Bob’s relentless expert strokes flicked Tom’s well timed but amateurish swings away, but Tom’s wits kept him alive. Losing ground, Tom could feel his arm begin to weaken as Bob’s swings only seemed to grow stronger. With a mighty crash, Tom’s broken blade flew out of his hand as the owner stumbled back and fell onto the muddy ground. Groaning, Tom started to scrabble up, only to feel the cold touch of death prick his neck. Glancing up, eyes full of fear, Tom’s eyes met with Bob’s unforgiving cold ones. In only took a swift second and one mightily swing for the long fight it to finally cease. Red splattered across Bob’s face as he barley flinched, the body of his enemy crumpled to the floor, lifeless and cold. Cleaning his bloodstained blade on his fallen foes cloak, Bob kicked the head away and marched off, dull lifeless eyes watching him.

Her story start in that of a small clan. Known as the Tora Clan, they were of the purest blood like that was in her world. Her heritage was that of the purest form and over the many many years which their kin have lived they had learned to live with humans, bargained with them and promised to stay away to let each other live.

Though when she was still within her mother, her clan was raided by bandits looking for pregnant mothers and their unborn to sell on the black market for slavery as many monsters were look down upon and only seen good for ploughing the fields of the rich and providing protection.

Her mother was captured, bound and died after childbirth but Nexanda was still able to at least learn how to speak in her own tongue Draconic, the language of her Kin before her mother died.

As a young creature the rich slave owner forced her to do work until the day of the orc rebellion which she managed to slip from, away from the chaos and run far, far away for days hiding away from the rich man’s men and soon collapsing at the gates of a small village.

When she had finally awoke she saw that her wounds from running and from her past had been dressed and covered. When the knock on the door came she wrapped herself in what was available to her before backing herself into the corner ready to hiss at whatever came through the door.

Slowly opening, a rather youthful adult showed his face around the corner slowly and smiled. “Hey there” He said as he slowly closed the door behind him and with that Nexanda hissed to scaleless creature, making it clear to the monster didn’t want anything to do with his kind or anything he was saying.

Sighing he thought for a moment before trying to make himself look smaller and stating. “I mean no harm to you. I know other’s might think that you’re just something to be used and thrown away if you’re proved not useful, but I don’t think like that” As he was talking he slowly approached the broken creature, his hands out clear and spread free to see there was no harm intent.

Though as he approached the yellow scaled creature only launched out at the other, fangs clearly on show and letting one hand launch out at the human.

Grunting and backing away he thought for a moment and asked although mainly to himself. “Can you even understand me?” And with that he smiled brightly and came up with an idea. Leaving for a moment to let the creature to relax he went to fetch some of the regular relics that they had in the main building.

Knocking on the door once again he slowly entered but this time had a coloured shield on his arm. As the other creature began to growl he slowly put his arms up as he slowly placed down a small statue. Turning it towards the winged creature he smiled as he began slowly placed the shield down to show Nexanda a symbol with other monsters on it.

“I mean no harm” He spoke softly and simply. As he got down low and pushed the shield to the young monster, she flinched and waited for something to happen, glancing back and forth from the item that moved and the creature that pushed it in her direct.

“I good” He stated firmly before slowly pulling the statue in front of him to show the other it in it’s entirety. “We like good monsters, we care, take care of you. Can you understand me? Know of common?” He slowly spoke hoping the other in the room understood. Because if not they would have a long way to go.

Not moving a muscle the horned one didn’t reply and with that the male sighed with a small frown. “I go, got other things to do. I be back with food, good food” He stated and when he got no reaction he slowly got up to leave the creature with the items hoping it would come out of it’s shell and at least look at them properly.

Nexanda approached the shield and inspected it. This moment where she decided to trust the other would change her life completely. She grew up in a Lawfully Good Religious church and helped wherever she could protect the town she lived in from bandits and monsters alike as she grew.

Once the time came she set out into the great world beyond where her journey continued. She met a human Male called Andreas Vandersykie, she one day married him once their quest to have him return to his throne was complete though it wasn’t for long as he soon died in battle with a horde of monsters which suddenly swamped the town and castle where there they couldn't defend by themselves.

So after losing her mate for life she was approached by a space Pirate who had given her access to this realm and others. Though she managed to escape her evil clutches it mean she was now in a world which she didn’t know.

Who knows what this world was and who lied in it… She just hoped not everyone would be trying to killer. So thinking for the best, she decided to make a home in this world decided she would be best to never go back. Her new looks were something to behold though. That of a human female within his realm she had made her escape in. She knew one’s appearance could change with how the world was and it seemed not many beasts appeared here… Only human still trying to act like it would be difficult, her armor felt heavier than normal and without her tail her balance was slightly off but she could get used to it… She had to if she wanted to live.

“Bob kills Tom. Bob Kills Tom. Ha it was never that easy. If only it was ever described like that in real life, it would be so much easier, but then again the battle is always described by the winner and never the loser and do you know why?

It’s because the loser dies so they can never tell their story, but this I can tell you for sure. It wasn’t as simple as Bob kills Tom. No it went like this.

It was a vicious battle and one to the death, it always was when it came to dragonkin, whether it be for pride, power, love or even just simple mercy. Someone always had to die. This time Tom had stepped too far into Bob’s territory and Tom had had enough of it. Giving a loud roar as Bob approached from above Tom, Tom knew he had made a grave mistake that day.

The human, Tom looked up and raised his pitchfork up to the quickly diving dragon and whimpered as the dragon almost smashed him into the ground but the dragon managed to stop him just before reaching Tom and landed with a firm THUD Before giving off another loud roar.

In a vein attempt to get the dragon to back off the human roared back and launched his pitchfork at the dragon who only growled as he slapped it away to look down at the scared lonely human. Bob opened his mouth to bite down on the villager but what the dragon didn’t expect was when the human was in his mouth the villager pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the soft roof of the dragon’s mouth. Quickly spitting the human out the dragon whined in pain as he too tried to get the knife out of the roof of his mouth which only cause more pain as yes, he did get the knife out but his claw had caught the top of his mouth which now started to bleed rather heavily as it went in deeper than what the knife had done.

While the human being smart tried to run away it wasn’t enough, the dragon quickly gave chase after the human and bite him in half, eating the upper and letting the lower fall to the floor unless.

As a warning the dragon carried the lower half to the outskirts to his land and dropped it as a warning to all human that this is what would happen if you crossed that body. “ Nexanda explained as she had the book in front of her.

“Now wasn’t that a better story?” She asked with a bright smile, meaning no harm but the children in front of her looked terrified! She only meant to make it more exciting… not scaring… “I um…” Once she calmed down she quickly got up bowed and chuckled. “I’ll… I’ll take my leave now…” She muttered but made a quick exit from the library.