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my character storage - feel free to look around - please do not steal the coding

nesryn - (x)
nyx -
kela ravenoir - (x)
morrigan yveltal- (x)
elysian xerneas - (x)
arisu -
eden ahvengarde - (x)
rin ahvengarde
sicarius ruhn - (x)
aelia loverre - (x)
naomi -
edelweiss -

Name Nesryn
Nicknames / Titles Wild Rose
Gender Female
Age 11

Rank: Usually a botanist

Family / Kin
Siblings None
Parents Both deceased

Appearance
Hair Loose wavy purple; very short
Eyes Baby Blue
Height 4'5
Build Petite
Voice Miya Cech

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal Mockingbird
Zodiac Saggitaurus
Personality Nesryn is by no means a delicate girl (even though she certainly looks like that) but she is incredibly self-assured, just never one to start up a conversation if not spoken to first. Fiery and extremely proud at her core, she talks with a pride and bearing that would make her sound older, and can be the one to butt heads with others around her. She is by all means the joyful little sister figure at times; a vibrant and learned student. Don’t be mistaken though; if this gal is provoked, she can whip up a storm real fast, never backing down from a fight if she starts one.
Backstory
Weapon of Choice Her plant abilities

Other
Theme song The Band Perry — If I Die Young

Name Kela Ravenoir
Nicknames / Titles The Northern Warbringer
Gender Female
Age 19

Family / Kin
Siblings Cilixo Ravenoir
Parents Sygil Ravenoir and Absinthius Halbern Ravenoir

Appearance
Hair white
Eyes pale grey-blue
Height 5'8
Build Slender; powerful
Scars
Formal Apparel / Inventory

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal White Peacock
Zodiac Aquarius
Personality Kela is a very serious, taciturn, analytical and some would call calculating fae. She is highly skilled at analyzing a situation before making any decisions, which she can put to good use. She possesses a certain regality, poise, and clarity of thought that could commend respect in anyone. Due to her past as a finely trained soldier, Kela doesn’t easily flinch in the face of adversity or darkness, instead meeting it with a steel-hard will. There is no denying that she is very proud, reckless, but ultimately selfless; Kela is willing to give her all if her people will make it through

Name Morrigan
Nicknames / Titles Mor, Mistress of Death
Gender Female
Age 27 years (1000+)

Pokemon: Yveltal

Family / Kin
Siblings Xerneas and Zygarde
Parents Estranged; Arceus
Children

Appearance
Hair black
Eyes ice blue
Height 19 feet (Yveltal) 5'11
Build Powerful but slender
Scars
Voice

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal Hawk
Zodiac Capricorn
Personality Even to the best of her friends, Morrigan is described as harsh, reclusive, and unforgiving. Known for her grim, no-nonsense and oftentimes violent demeanor, she had a high level of bloodlust, living for the thrill of war. No surprise that she is entirely something else during a battle; she fights with a brutish, cunning and near barbaric air. This likely stems from her ability to end thousands of lives, just by flapping her wings; a gift that she regards as both a blessing and a terrible curse. Morrigan does not form relationships easily, and with a barbed tongue, smart-mouth, and innate desire for solitude...it's understandable. Morrigan is also extremely proud and dignified, as well as defiant; arrogant and haughty to the point where she appears insufferable.
Backstory

Ability Dark Aura
Moveset Oblivion Wing | Dark Pulse | Knock Off | Spectral Thief

Voice Helen Mirren

Theme Song Skillet — Monster

Name Elysian
Nicknames / Titles The Maiden of Life
Gender Female
Age 19

Family / Kin
Siblings Morrigan (figuratively her sister)
Parents Arceus (figuratively her father)

Appearance
Hair navy blue
Eyes light pale grass-green
Height 5'8
Build Slender; powerful
Race xerneas gijinka / celestial goddess

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal Cernunnos Stag
Zodiac
Personality

Moveset Geomancy | Moonblast | Thunder | Focus Blast

Theme Song Adele — Skyfall

Arisu

I felt my master's presence even before I arrived at the bridge. It was a dark, coiling, twisting thing that prowled through every thought and fiber of my being. Nerinda's eyes sharpened slightly, becoming more alert. Her wiry body tensed slightly, but I took no notice. Just as I refused to pay even a paucity of interest to the officers who distinctly focused their attention away from me. They did not need to use the Force to pick up on the menacing aura that followed my every too-silent step. If anything, the Imperial officers regarded me as a phantom. I could understand their point of view. Not only was I hidden under my ebony cloak and mask of emotions, my footsteps were so silent as to be less audible than the susurration of blood.

Cat-foot. A popular nickname for me, whispered in envy and spite throughout the Inquisitor corps. It followed me with each step, each order, each mission that I completed. I knew what it was referring to. Even Maiele made no move to hide her resentment at times. My position at the Dark Lord's right hand was coveted. But as I sought to prove with each tall and purposeful stride, it was also earned.

Name Mirra Ahvengarde
Gender Cisfemale (She/her)
Sith Name Sicarius - assassin
Aliases Dark Lady Sicarius
Age nineteen years and two months

Family / Kin
Siblings Sovorth (sister - living)

Appearance
Hair Black
Eyes dark grey-blue
Height 5’9
Build lean and athletic

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal wraith
Zodiac
Personality
Whether it’s to do with her unhinged and wild upbringing, or the carnage that marked the beginning of her dark path, Mirra is a stone-cold, pitiless, and ruthless killer. Her dangerous nature and primal instincts that are so reminiscent of a natural warrior set her on this path, and have served her well as a facet that not only has kept her alive; but allowed her to dominate. She is as merciless as Death, should it be personified. This is, again, likely a result of her trauma - both from the empire and from whatever transpired in the twelve years of her life before she joined the Rebellion’s cause. Mirra distances herself, both emotionally and physically from others. Mirra is very strict and direct, as well as observant and cold. This often leads to threats or hostile confrontations. Mirra finds that she enjoys silence, as a reclusive character. She is a rogue-like character, leading in a manner best regarded as arcane. Her enemies regard her as mad, or brutally obsessive at best, and her acquaintances can only hope that all is right behind the stoic masque of her storm blue eyes. Mirra embodies a storm in her own right, being rather aggressive and proud, likely more than is good for her. Mirra is quite confident when it comes to the question of challenge, and remains incorrigibly stubborn; her word might as well be law. Her loyalty remains unbreakable as steel, and yet there are times when she covets a freedom of will.

Dominance
Weapons lightsaber , blaster , hand-to-hand combat
Fighting style Ataro / Shien & Djem So

Other
Theme Song Billie Eilish - bury a friend

Name Adelaide Ahvengarde Veturius
Nicknames / Titles Your highness, Queen Adelaide, Valkyrie, Val
Gender Female
Age 41 years

Rank: Empress; the divine ruler of the Moon Court

Family / Kin
Siblings Brother (deceased)
Parents Estranged; Cilixo and Marluxia Veturius
Children Cerise Veturius (daughter) Suvansh Veturius (son)

Appearance
Hair a very pale platinum blonde
Eyes grey with a tinge of blue
Height 5’10
Build Powerful but slender
Scars There aren't many that are visible; but from her fighting days, she has a horrific number of scars inside and out. The most prominent is the jagged scar on her leg and the one on her face which resembles an angel's wing (if somewhat crudely drawn) ... which hints at her nickname 'valkyrie'
Faceclaim Julia Almendra
Formal Apparel / Inventory The royal crown Twin blades Heirloom necklace
Voice Claire Foy

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal Valkyrie
Zodiac Capricorn
Personality Adelaide is a strong, cold, fierce and highly disciplined killer and warrior; brutish is most definitely her middle name. She is quite able to hold her own in combat and politics, something she always seeks to use to her advantage. Adelaide tends to be on the more direct and frank side of things as well as impatience at times. Despite having only recently ascended to the crown, she has decades of knowledge under her belt; and she leads with cold political cunning and experience. Adelaide is a total wallflower, yet she has her assertive moments and this tends to get her to butt heads with people around her. A stone cold killer on the outside, she’s blunt, calculating, vicious and ruthless in a fight with a primal urge for dominance; however, to the few people she trusts, they are under her protective wing forever, and she is loyal to her deathbed. She even has a loving side, rare as it is to be shown. It can be said, easily, that Adelaide loves the thrill of battle, and has been known to make an example of anyone who dares threaten her or her Court quite ruthlessly.
Backstory

Weapon of Choice Adelaide is extremely skilled in all weapons, though she is notorious for her mastery of martial arts and the use of a scythe.

Theme Song Porcelain Black — My Leftovers

asena - the orphan werwolf

when you stare long enough at the abyss, the abyss begins to stare back.

Gender Female
Age 19

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal Jinn
Personality Strict, brutish, cold-hearted, and a selective mute, Lunara is difficult to read from the outside, and only those who are close to her really know what she's feeling. Lunara's the villain famous for literally being silent. Nobody knows why. Lunara is not shy in attitude however, and when situations call for it, she will come out of her shell to speak her mind; rare as it may be. Lunara uses her duties, silence, and the quiet of night to heal herself, even though she knows the scars will remain in the difficult nightmares and memories she has. There is one thing that Lunara also seeks in everybody, and that's the honest, blunt truth in everything. She doesn't appreciate being lied to, and gives the truth in just about everything — except her parentage of course. Revenge is its own reward for this sinister faerie; she will hunt down anybody who laid a finger on her.

Powers and Abilities
— Darkness Manipulation
— Mental Manipulation

OOC information
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Theme Song Natalia Kills - Devils Don’t Fly

✒ To say that the Shade’s Orion was shocked and stressed was the understatement of the year. Frankly, she was both, and in the recent weeks, her level of worry was through the roof. She had first heard of this mysterious substance two weeks back, and immediately thrown herself into researching this. At some point, her Ursa had gotten to the topic himself but she hadn’t heard much of what he was doing or what he had found yet. It only added on to her unease.

The first time she had heard this, she’d become so angry that she’d ordered the guards to kick everyone else out from her office-which had been a suitable amount of people, mind. This was exactly the kind of condescension that had been plaguing them as of late. Who did these people think they were, testing on the populace around them for powers? They were innocent civilians who should not have to deal with the high-ranking HEROes’ oversized ego. It wasn’t just righteous anger; this new substance had the capability to flush the Shades out like dolphins driving fish. As soon as she’d heard, Lunara had ordered patrols to a standstill, relying on the Scorpius to collect information when they could. They’d retreated like rats to the shadows of the grimy streets that made up their downtown residence. Thankfully, no HERO was bold enough to follow them there.

Turning back to her laptop, Lunara scrolled through a series of reports, her vision bleary from a lack of rest. This topic had been keeping her up more than was probably biologically safe, but her mind refused to shut down.So far, the only topic of interest was that there was a weak point in the base she could send a few shooting stars into in order to clear their names. That would allow for them to stay hidden, but for how long? How long did they have before they were required to show up for testing? Lunara huffed in irritation, turning back to the rumpled sheets of loosely scrawled notes she’d kept on her usually immaculate desk. It reflected her mood perfectly. Everything had been scattered more or less to the wind at this point, slovenly where things had been neat. She packed her notes and the printed reports into her bag before she headed down to breakfast, calling upon a small shadow to open where her hands were full.

Username:
AdMortem
Name:
Naomi Ayarabi

Titles:
Black swan

Age:
fifteen years

Gender:
Female

Personality:

Appearance:

Backstory:

Other:

Theme Song Maria Mena - It Took Me By Surprise

Arlaekh

The last body, the last person, that entered these catacombs was not recovered. Not in one piece at least, or so she had been told.

It was not a very reassuring start to an investigation as this was.

With only a headlamp and her own tactile senses as guidance, the black-haired fae joined the rest of her team, her skin crawling uneasily with the claustrophobic surroundings. The musky, oppressive odor of death clung to her senses and made her heart pound. The officers had thought that it would be a good idea to send her in, given that she took Death and any new fatal incidences in stride, but right now, she was regretting it. The dreary atmosphere enveloped her, but it did not cause her to wither in the least. She'd seen a little too much for someone her age...but it all played out. Eventually.

Eden had a very personal relationship to death, you could say. Almost as if she were its Harbinger...
Name: Eden Ahvengarde (ah-ven-guard)
Titles: Stormhunter
Age: 20 years
Gender: Female
Role Assassin
Personality:
Eden is a very…closeted character, not revealing much about herself, and refusing to pry into others business. She holds others at a distance due to being stigmatized for many years. Usually coming off as cold, cruel, brutish, and aloof, Eden's loyalty is hard to earn, but once you do earn it, she's loyal to the grave. Why you would even want to stick around her is a mystery. Eden has always been a haughty and reclusive presence. Observant and headstrong as she is, she has a dangerous cynical mindset with no shortage of pride, sarcasm, or just plain defiance. You'll never find a fae more down-to-earth. Second chances to her are absolutely non-existent, and she’s known to bear a vengeful grudge, as well as an explosive temper, that more often than not results in her killing the offender outright. Otherwise, Eden has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor, happily picking light fun in a satirical manner. Eden is very stern, direct, and cunning; brutish in a sense. Eden is also rather...eccentric? Is that the word for it? The most unnatural and natural things speak to Eden in an esoteric language. She can listen to nature itself, and the shadows coo in her presence. But the most notable thing about her is how she can mask her emotions. Her eyes...they're haunted and ... dead. As if she's seen horrors that no child, no one should ever have to endure. And yet Eden stands strong...even if she lost herself a long time ago.
Appearance:
Eden is a lean and strong girl with dark storm-blue eyes that look nearly black and relatively fair skin. She is quite tall as well, about 5'7''. She has long ebony hair that is usually kept down - she also rarely cuts her hair so it drops to her collarbones. She wears a loose dark grey-blue shirt and leather jacket, as well as tight-fitting pants. She usually wears a dark form-fitting cloak with a cowl that hides her face; supplies are kept in her pockets. She keeps a leather pouch for supplies, and two scabbards on a belt for weaponry.
Backstory:
Eden was born to a rather..complicated situation, though she knows that she was mostly raised in an orphanage. Most of her memory was lost due to the unorganized and somewhat unhinged state of matters. She never knew her parents and lived with a foster family with two half-siblings. She often felt troubled by what she did not know, and her foster family was not precisely people Eden got along with; she was often ostracized for being of a different birth family. Not to mention her parents were distant-often fighting or putting her in stages of neglect. What little peace she had was broken when three creatures ripped down her home and mortally wounded her two foster-parents and one of her foster brothers just as Eden came home from the marketplace. She was the one who knelt over their broken bodies still as a doe in headlights, shocked beyond words. They were barely recognizable; the whole family was mangled and ruined beyond belief; their eyes, like dark pits, carved hole into Eden's head. The townsfolk accused her of bringing in bad luck to the family; these issues with the parents had only started when she came along. Even her youngest adopted brother was shaking in terror, absentmindedly dropping the food into the mud; neither noticed. Made an outcast, Eden left her home immediately, though not out of her own will. Instead, a bounty hunter agency noted her precocious skill in combat, kidnapped Eden, and turned her into a deadly weapon. Darkness was quick to bloom in the young girl's heart, and eventually, she developed a ruthless reputation. But there were other forces at play, and ultimately, her brutal upbringing honed itself into the cruel blade of vengeance; their screams for mercy and agony still echo in her ears to this day. She now works as a free agent, living her life in a secluded cove, dark as hell. Her own kind of sanctum, and nobody who has disturbed the beast who lurked there has ever left to tell the tale.
Armor and Weapons Armor — Machete — Bow and Arrow —  Throwing knives
Jewelry Jeweled amulet - Chain cuffs
Voice Charlize Theron

Theme Song grandson - Darkside
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Spirit Animal
Name Daedris “Weapon of God”
Overview Daedris is a cold, ruthless, sarcastic brute to say the least, the signature of the Stormhunter. His sooty owl form is considered the harbinger of the death she brings upon her victims. His build is rather brawny, packed with iron hard muscle and a very thick, well-groomed coat. His instincts are primal and dangerous, and he’s more than willing to get down and dirty even at the slightest provocation. That being said, its rumored that Daedris has more compassion than his spirit partner, and more of a heart and soul. He is loyal to his deathbed for Eden, having already used his fangs to engrave the scar-tattoo on her neck within moments of meeting her. While his outer shell has the tendency to push people away, once you earn his respect, you’ll forever be under his wing.
Forms Sooty Owl / Wolf
Tattoo The tattoo is located on the back of her neck. (xxx)
— voiced by jason scott lee

Aureliance.

Name Soron
Species Purebred wolf
Gender Cismale
Rank Alpha Male of The Wolves



Age 3.5 years old (47-48)

Personality Soron has a very ruthless, cold, and brutish personality, and he's never one to fool around with his peers or colleagues. Strict, knowledgable, and regal, Soron leans more toward the sword than the pen, with a certain knack for the former, only proven further by his hunger for the thrill of the avenging those he cares about and lost. He holds himself with a distant and collected aura in which he surveys his enemies like a piece of prey poised to be eaten. Ironically this same cold and calculating brute constantly surrounds himself with his friends and peers in order to win them over and sway them to his side. That said, his perceptive senses are fully aware of those who wish to prematurely take away what he's gained, and there is no question that he may utilize more sinister tools to put them in their place. Despite never having mechanical parts put in him, many of the wolves and dogs point out that he may never need them in order to become a mechanical dog anyway.
Backstory Soron was the firstborn male of his family in the Avethlon pack, a particularly powerful pack in the Drylands whose territory was as vast as their pack was strong. He was born into a high rank, as his parents Fekrik and Kolrul were the Alpha male and female respectively of the pack. He had significant competition from his two younger brothers, who like him were striving to become the beta of the Avethlon pack like their parents. The only wolf that the black brute didn't have to compete with was his sisters, the ambitious and proud Kivela and the shy demure Xanthe. When he was younger, Soron mostly got into verbal disputes, but his words turned to claws as the quintet grew older. Kivela, the secondborn female and Soron's only older sibling, was usually there to put her siblings in their place. Soron grew to respect his elder sister greatly, both for her might and her cunning mind. The siblings formed their own hierarchy, with Soron and Kivela at the top, followed by (in this order) Salome, Ranulfr and Xanthe.

Tragedy struck the family early when Fenrik died in a fight against a rival pack. Soron, who had been strangely distant from his father despite his powerful resemblance, remained stolid. As heartbreaking as the incident may have been, Kivela and Soron, now the Alpha male in place of his father, continued to hold their family together. However, after the Organization killed off Kolrul, Soron's family and reality split apart. The whole pack split apart; Soron gained the allegiance of Salome and Kivela, while Ranulfr and Xanthe stuck together, leaving to become loners. Soron, Salome and Kivela headed deeper into the forest toward the Dathmenla pack, who was one of their allies. Upon arriving, Soron was horrified to find the pack camp in ruins, completely deserted. Confused as to what happened and worn out, the trio called it a night. They were captured in their sleep by the Organization, and sent to work. The reactions were varied, but in short Kivela and Soron were the only ones who had the courage to stand up to the scientists. Salome was taken away a few weeks later and turned into a mechanical wolf. The only consolation for Kivela and Soron was that they didn't see Ranulfr or Xanthe in the same place.

The scientists at first had a decently easy time training him, but after Kivela was sent out on a mission and he didn't return, Soron became a terror, scratching and biting anyone who gets within his reach, snarling his displeasure. Dogs and wolves alike turned their fangs on him-not that it did much good anyway with the healing he received as a purebred wolf-but he used his fangs and claws to put them down, and rise to a true Alpha Male.

Unfortunately his rank and dominant position also caused him to become more isolated and withdrawn from the other wolves. Nobody wanted to talk or even associate with the Alpha male brute—from fear or resentment? Being a normally social wolf, Soron felt the change keenly. He tried not to let it bother him, but eventually the isolation caused him to experience depressive symptoms and rusting his normally robust fighting skills. Fortunately, gods above saved him when the scientists introduced him to Shizuka, a feared and misunderstood borzoi purebred. Most of the dogs deemed this to be a death sentence, but whether it was from his own haughtiness or the fact that he understood how she was as torn apart as he was, he wasn’t afraid. He train and fight with her as she grew into a deathmatch, and piece together the remnants of her battered past. He hadn’t realized that he liked her romantically up until now.

Sire: Fenrik
Dame Kolrul
Brothers Ranulfr (secondborn) Salome (thirdborn)
Sisters Kivela (oldest female) Xanthe (youngest female)
Nephews Aegeon (firstborn male) ??? (secondborn male) ??? (firstborn female)

Sexual Orientation Demi-pansexual

Mirra playlist

Sing To Me - MISSIO
Devil I Know - Allie X
Dance in the Dark - Au/Ra
Bury A Friend - Billie Eilish
Cementary - AViVA

Name Arlaekh Ahvengarde
Nicknames / Titles bloodletter, child-stealer, fire-bringer or Laekh
Gender Female
Age 64

Rank: Ironguard Mogul

Family / Kin
Siblings None
Parents Both deceased

Appearance
Hair Sleek ebony; falls to her shoulders
Eyes bright amber flecked with black
Height 6'2
Build Slender
Scars Arlaekh has a horrific amount of scars, pretty much all of her body. She regards them as signs of her bravery and steel-hard resolve, and holds them in high regard. They are mainly visible on her torso and legs. The most obvious one is the scar going down vertically across her right eye, where a fighter tried to blind her and died trying.
Formal Apparel / Inventory An semi-opaque blood-red veil on her face [xxx], and two silver gauntlets for her arms. She is never seen without these items.
Voice Elizabeth Grullon

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal Black Mamba / Hyena
Zodiac Virgo
Personality If you want three words that define Arlaekh; it's cruel, apathetic, and enigmatic. She delights in the hunting of prey and the flow of liquid iron over her claws. The fae is cold, observant and quiet, sharpening knives behind her back where no one can see-even brutish doesn't cut it.
In terms of temperament, Arlaekh isn't quite as hotheaded as one would believe she is. No one has really ever heard her raise her voice above a normal conversational murmur. Her rage is something frozen in an eternal winter, something that cannot be thawed by even the currents of time itself. That's what makes her all the more intimidating. She speaks in a quiet and some would call cold-blooded voice. She may smile to your face, but if she feels like you are no use to her, she will show her aggressive side to a full extent. Compassion, forgiveness, and patience are not her strong suites and this is something you do come to realize pretty darn fast. She views it as a weakness. Despite her quiet voice, Arlaekh is very bold and fiercely stubborn in her opinions, and oftentimes this is what causes other people to get into a fight with her. After all, ideas are not something everyone can agree with.
The anarchist environment that she grew up in has warped her soul and heart in sinister ways, allowing her to take a colder route. There is no question that she has the air and bearing of a scorpion on the frogs back; waiting to sting while appearing completely innocent. When threatened, she has one hell of a smart mouth — driving her opponents into fits of rage and striking them during their period of incoherence. She gets close to others to see who they really are, and then she turns that unto themselves.
Arlaekh is fluent in the dark language of trickery and deception. She can make engaging conversation with her silver tongue, just to expose all your weaknesses and flaws. It's not like she will blackmail you outright, but once she has the information, there's no making her forget it. She has a rather cynical air around her, which is apparent in her every action. Most would call this her the lowest sort of scum; her beauty a mask over a heart of decay. But that is not so. Underneath her cruel facade, Arlaekh has a passionate heart she shows to a few. Because she knows that if she shows it to the wrong person, they could crush her like an insect.
Backstory
Weapon of Choice Proficient and deadly at all weapons; though her most notorious form of killing involves lethal poisons that are almost indetectable until they are too late. (More to be revealed)

Other Wonder how she became Mogul? Well, let's just say she made some friends after she lost her father...

Theme Song Simon Curtis - Pit of Vipers