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Name: Dreylen Fushimori Sentochi
Age: depends on what stage of her life I'm playing her
Race: Cat demon
Tribe: Shadepanther
Family: Father, mother, older brother(deceased) , twin sister
Abilities: Shadowstepping, Shadow manipulation, Dark element manipulation
Appearance: Human: White hair, red eyes, and slightly pale skin, all due to the shadows leaching color out of her since birth
'Neko': White hair, red eyes, dark skin, and black cat ears and tail
True form: Black panther with blood red eyes that seems to never quite have a stable form, due to shadows constantly clinging to it
Personality: As a young woman, she is very flirtatious in a somewhat oblivious way, but becomes more obvious as she grows. She is very proud, and never backs down from a fight, even one she is losing badly. As she ages, she gives more and more advice to those who need it, gaining an almost mentorly aspect. She never does hesitate to fight for what she believes in. For someone who doesn't talk too much, she lets her mouth get her into far too much trouble, and occasionally needs to run from angry hunters.
History: A member of a cursed tribe, Dreylen is very careful to keep her own powers in check. She learned this lesson from her father, who went berserk because he did not have enough self-control, and nearly wiped out the entire clan by himself. Most of her fighting skills were taught to her by her elder brother, which left her with the weakness of concentrating more on causing damage rather than avoiding acquiring any. For a short time, her mother sent her away to a school, hoping that the clan chief wouldn't find her. During that time, Lyn managed to erase many unpleasant details of her home life from her memory, though her entire family eventually caught up with her, and she was forced to leave the school. Once she returned to her family's land, she was officially trained to become a warrior, though the weaknesses of her younger years remained. She had an argument with her father soon after her elder brother died, and ran away, refusing to fight for his cause any longer.
Clothing style: Practical and dark. The only time she will ever be seen in a skirt is in a disguise. Most of the rest of the time, she will be wearing simple dark clothes, like a black shirt and pants. She also often has a cloak with her, though she doesn't always wear it.
Pic: I currently don't have one, but I hope to be able to upload some of my own drawings soon.
Details on abilities: Shadowstepping: Almost any person who has a decent grasp over shadow powers has this ability, whether they use it or not. There is a limit to how far an individual can step, depending on their finesse. Lyn's limit is about ten miles.
Shadow manipulation: What it sounds like. Lyn can form shadows into things that she can use and can be touched, but once she loses her concentration, it fades away.
Dark element manipulation: This I based off of my theory of the four elements being split into two groups. Because earth and water both block light, though in varying degrees, they are the darker two elements. Air and fire neither block light, and fire even creates it, so they are the two light elements. Lyn has less finesse with earth than she does water, and less control overall with these two than with simple shadows.
Fighter, not a lover
Starter sample: Leaves rustled slightly as a woman woke up on her perch in a tall oak. She stretched her arms and looked around, rubbing sleep crap out of her red eyes. Leaves that had fallen from the tree were brushed out of her white hair, and her black-clad legs swung a bit, hanging off of the branch. She leaned to the side, and slid off of the branch, catching herself on the next one over. She hung there, ten feet off the ground, for a few seconds before she dropped to the ground, landing easily on her feet. She checked the weapons at her belt to make sure they hadn't slipped free or been stolen while she was asleep, and headed towards the nearest stream, feeling thirsty. She hummed softly, not really minding that people could track her by the sound, but still on edge.
RP suggestions for this character:
Hunter stumbling across Dreylen
Warrior stumbling across Dreylen
Fellow demon attacking Dreylen for territory rights
(Yeah...basically that sort of thing. All of these are fighting RPs.)
Starter Sample:
Lyn strolled calmly through the forest, her white hair shifting with every cross breeze. To anyone who didn't see her head on, she looked like a human, but when a person got a closer look at her and her eyes, they saw something decidedly different. The slit-pupiled red eyes she had didn't miss a thing, even when she had to raise a hand to shade them from a particularly bright beam of light as she patrolled her territory. Her skin wasn't terribly tan, though it wasn't pale, either. The woman was slim without seeming to be skinny, and she wore a coiled whip in plain sight. Under her coat was a dagger, tucked into the back of her belt.
The demon moved silently in the forest, keeping track of every rustle or new scent that her senses caught. She was in her own domain. She knew every bush, every tree, every stream. As far back as she had staked her claim in the forest, she had never been ambushed in her own territory.
A new scent brushed by her nose, and she stopped, lifting her nose in the air slightly to see if she could find it again. As she did, she listened very carefully, and opened her eyes to her second sight. It would give her a headache, but she only ever used it for short periods of time.


Name: Karen
Age: 18
Race: Human
Appearance: Chestnut brown hair that goes down to her shoulders, golden hazel eyes, and decently tan skin.
Family: Father, Mother, younger brother
Friends: Dominique Smith, Logan Carren, Joshua Brown, and others
Personality: She seems to be naiive often, though she has a prankster side that is buried deep inside of her that only comes out when she is relaxed. She can fight a bit, but only to the point of defending herself enough to get away. She is otherwise very sweet and quiet, keeping to herself to avoid attention.
History: Karen is a normal girl, except for the people she hangs out with. Most of her friends are male, though there is the odd female thrown in. Almost all of the group either fight or are not afraid to defend themselves. She goes to the local community college, and meets up with her friends at the library when she can get the time to between classes.
The lot of them live near a forest, and will sometimes dare each other to go and survive there for a day or two. The last time Karen did, she was lost for longer than that, and had to be found by her friends. That proved to them that she had the worst navigation skills of all of them.
Home life for Karen is nothing too busy, mostly doing chores and chatting with her younger brother about various video games that they have in their possesion.
Clothing style: Karen will wear jeans and a T-shirt about as often as she would a skirt and blouse, but she wears them for different things. When she hangs out with her friends, she will wear clothes that can't get ripped, and if she's simply wandering around, she will wear a skirt. She doesn't wear short skirts, though, avoiding that sort of attention if she can. Color isn't something that she really pays special attention to, either, though she seems fond of light grey.
Pic: Okay, I'll admit it. I don't really like using pictures of my characters. I prefer to describe them.
Prankster of a student
Starter samples:(1) Karen sighed as she hefted the staff she had gotten as a present from her friends last Christmas. She looked ahead as she saw the park where she and her friends trained in the morning, fog from the mountains nearby falling down into the valley to give everything a mystical feel. She walked into the middle of the clearing and closed her eyes for a moment, clenching her hand around the staff. She started to move suddenly, spinning the staff around her hand before allowing it to smack into her other hand. The wooden weapon became a blur as she warmed up, the tip gently skimming or tapping the packed dirt. She stopped suddenly, the tip of her staff barely an inch from her foot where it had just tapped the dirt, her eyes unfocused as she listened intently for a sound that she had just heard.
RP suggestions for this starter:
friend arriving
resident of the forest coming out (Not human, preferably)
(Just about anything else, really. Karen's the one I can use the most flexibly. Oh, and she isn't much of a fighter. This starter can be used for just about anything, though.)
(2) Karen flapped the bed sheet as she hummed along to the song coming out of her clock-radio. She had just started college, and had moved out of her parent's house into a co-ed dorm. Well, everyone said it was a co-ed dorm, but the reality was that there were only girls at this school. She had heard rumors about there being a boy that had been accepted, and some people had transfered to a different school because of it, which had opened a slot for her and a few other people.
One end of the sheet was tucked in as the door opened. The slender brunette straightened and looked behind her. She blinked a bit, noticing that her door was indeed open, though barely, and there was no one there. She shrugged, and went back to making her bed.
Karen was without a shirt, since there was so little chance that her roommate would be the only male student, but she was wearing her black satin bra, simply because she wasn't comfortable going completely topless. She had her normal light grey jeans on, and her hair was back in a low ponytail. The air-conditioner in the window was going full blast, but sweat still trickled down her skin. It was a really hot day, and this dorm building wasn't exactly top grade.
RP suggestions for this starter:
Dormmate (Either gender. Doesn't matter, since it could be friendship or romance.)
Friend that also got accepted into this college
(Yeah, this is a student thing. I really can't think of much else that would pop up in this kind of situation.)


Name: Lynde (Pronounced 'Linda')
Age: 16
Race: Human
Affiliation: Shadow School of Magic and Martial Arts
Level: Initiate, eventually Elder
Occupation: Theif, Guard-for-hire, Spy-for-hire, and various other disguises
Weapons: various daggers, dirks, and other easily concealed weapons
Appearance: Albino, due to the shadows taking her coloring, though she eventually gets it back, and has dark brown hair and dark eyes. Slender, but very strong.
Personality: Lynde is easygoing while in most of her disguises, though she does not enjoy attracting male attention unless she invites it. While in her main disguise, which is a tavern waitress, She flirts almost shamelessly, and is often mistaken for being the one in charge of the place. She is very confident, and takes pleasure in making others angry at her, so long as she is out of range of any of their weapons. What most people remember her for is not her hair or eyes, but the taunts she uses against them. She has an innate knowledge of how to tick people off, most of the time.
History: Lynde was an orphan that was taken in by the Elders of the Shadow School when she was nine, due to her ability to hide herself well, even in plain sight. She quickly learned the basics of the arts, and became an Initiate by the age of twelve. She left the hidden school after another year to hone her craft in the cities, like many others of her class would in the years to come. She quickly became well known in the underworld of the city she had chosen to inhabit, rising through the ranks to become one of the top ten theives.
A few months after arriving, Lynde had suggested to the other thieves that it might be best to organize the others into districts, and keep an eye on them so they didn't turn against the theif lords. The others agreed, and the 'Sheath of the Knife', the tavern that Lynde worked at, became the base for the new underworld lords.
Soon after the new 'throne' for the 'Queen of Theives' became established, five of the top ten theives disappeared, either killed or going into hiding and no longer keeping in contact with the others. The rest of the theives turned to their respective lords, and every lord but Lynde started to fued, fueled by their desire for power.
Clothing style: Depends on the disguise, though she will always wear something underneath them that is easy to move in, in case she needs to fight.
Abilities: Low level shadow magic, including Shadowstepping, and shadow manipulation. She is a master at martial arts, and can do acrobatics that few other humans can
Pic: None, since she has disguises. I'll just describe what she looks like at that moment.
Prodigy of the Shadow School
Starter sample:(1) Lynde picked up the mugs filled with ale and wove through the busy tavern to the table that had ordered the refreshments, setting them down with a smile for the men before flitting off to fill the next order. She rested the tray filled with food on her hip for a moment, waiting for the crowd of men to notice her and let her through, which they often did quickly. This time, however, they were crowding around a table, jeering and otherwise making fools of themselves. The white-haired young woman turned her head to look at a fellow waitress, asking her a question with her eyes. The brunette nodded and took the tray from Lynde, leaving her free to slip through the crowd to see who it was the men were making fun of.
RP suggestions for this character:
Fellow Theif Lord trying to get her people and territory (Romance or fighting)
Guard from a noble's house trying to track a thief (Lynde) (Romance, Fighting, or both mixed would be acceptable)
Recently arrived classmate of Lynde's (Friendship)
Interesting wanderer (Friendship or romance)
Drunken thief (Romance)
Starter sample:(2) Lynde held her breath as she opened the window to the noble's rooms, listening carefully for any guards patrolling the corridors. Once she was sure that there was no one in the room other than the one that was supposed to be, she slipped in, black leather leggings whispering across the wooden frame. Cloth-soled shoes padded across the wood floor to the noble's jewelry chest as pale fingers took out a roll of cloth with metal strips in it from the dark brown linen of her shirt. Another pause to watch the sleeping noble, and those pale, deft fingers opened the chest's lock, the picks sliding out in one silent movement as she scanned the contents without touching anything. The picks were exchanged for a small glass lens that she glanced through, checking for any magical traps. Finding none, she reached in and lifted up a black opal pendant, followed by a strand of citrine beads and matching earrings. They all were placed into a belt pouch, and the chest was shut and locked again, and the thief turned to leave, but paused, hearing something that didn't belong.
Starter response ideas: Fellow thief
Guard
Starter Sample sad 3)Moonlight filtered into the room of a sleeping noble, outlining the sillhouette of someone slipping into the room through the window. Black hair gleamed dully under the light, pulled back into a braid, though the moonlight glinted off the polished black stone spikes that were wound into the plait. Cloth-soled boots padded near silently on the wooden floors, avoiding the creaking spots as their owner snuck over to where a jewelry chest lay. Dark leather leggings squeaked slightly as the figure bent to duck under the trigger wire of a trap that was supposed to be designed to catch thieves. Linen rustled softly as pale fingers pulled a roll of lock picks out of the loose black shirt, and the strips of metal were slid into the lock one by one, until the master thief felt the slight give that signalled the lock had been successfully picked.
The thief paused now, half-closing her bright crimson eyes as she listened carefully to the sounds of the building. She waited until she identified every sound before pulling on leather gloves and turning the lockpicks to open the lock. She left them in place as she opened the chest, and pulled out a small glass lens that was spelled to locate magic traps. There were none inside the chest itself, so several small jeweled pieces were lifted from the box and stowed in a leather belt pouch hidden under the black linen shirt. The chest was closed and locked again, with the picks that had initially opened it, and the thief carefully retraced her steps to the window. She paused, looking at the noble, and started to climb out the window, reaching for where she had left her blades. The room had several spells designed to start an alarm when a weapon entered the room after all.
And she wasn't leaving empty handed. Oh, no. Three beads of pearls that were designed for a woman's neck, two sets of emerald cuff links, and a solid gold bracelet were missing from that chest. She didn't dare leave a 'calling card'; she wasn't that cocky. She had rivals that would gladly tip off any passing guard, simply so they could get to the targets she had. She had to be more careful than most people thought a thief would be. If she wanted to stay at the top of the underground's ladder, she had to cover her tracks from both the guards and the other thieves. Half didn't even know her by face, anymore.
Response ideas:The noble
Guard
Innocent by-stander
Fellow thief
Starter sample: Silence broken by the whisper of fabric. A flicker in the shadows. A flash of red and the slight scrape of metal on metal. And in the morning, missing jewelry. These calling cards of the thief are known to the nobles and their guards...and, of course, to the theives themselves. Which is why when one entered a room above a tavern, the owner of the room immediately took notice.
Bright red eyes popped open as the shadows in the corner fluctuated slightly. They slid across the ceiling to focus on the dim shape that crept across the wooden floor to a chest lying at the base of the age-worn bed. Those red eyes closed as their owner shifted slightly, as one would while asleep. This movement covered the fact that a slim, pale hand clenched around a knife that was set under the ragged pillow. The woman used her ears now, judging when the would-be theif was knelt at the chest. She sat up quickly, the knife flying from her fingers to bury itself into the wood on the top of the locked chest very close to the intruder's fingers.
Pale skin, traced with designs in henna to darken the skin, was covered with a light linen night dress, edged with a few small, threadbare vine designs along the neckline. The moonlight showed toned muscles as the woman stood from her bed, reaching into her prematurely white hair for a few more weapons. Those red eyes that had popped open glared directly at the intruder as she held up three thin knives where they could be seen.
"Can I help you?" Her voice was a low alto, a mere whisper compared to the ruckus that still came from the tavern below. Despite the musical quality of her voice, there was a distinct note of steel present. She was not pleased that someone had decided to break into her room and try to steal one of her belongings. They were things she hadn't sold for a reason.
reply suggestions:
Fellow thief



I'm still working on these, so if you see one that you're interested in RPing against, just PM me and tell me the name of the one you like. I'll see if I can't get them finished, though.