NAME: Naphayel
AGE: 14 winters and six moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE: Ascended
RANK: Healer Apprentice
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: Phoebe
WEAPON OF CHOICE: scalpel
DESCRIPTION: A frail young girl with pale blue eyes and luscious gold locks, Naphayel has a innocent and airy look. Even for her age, she is skinny and fragile looking; both which are emphasized by her abnormally small white wings.
PERSONALITY: Perhaps it is because of her young age, Naphayel is utterly innocent and sweet, just like how a good little girl should be. Her mind is similar to a blank paper; anyone could easily imprint their thoughts on her. With a kind, caring soul, it seems as if she was naturally built to become a healer.
STRENGTHS: Since a very young age Naphayel has demonstrated talent in the art of healing. Other than her abilities in healing, Naphayel also has a talent in singing and dancing. Not the fast, cheery type, but a slower-paced, elegant, kind. It's the only thing that she had learned from her mother, who died when Naphayel was about 8 winters.
WEAKNESSES: Naphayel is claustrophobic, as she was once almost turned into a prisoner by the Descended once when she was still a young child. It was the same battle that took her brother and father. She was forced into a small, dirty cage, alone and hungry for hours until finally some Ascended paladins came along and found her. Ever since then she has been afraid of closed up spaces and barred windows.
HISTORY: Chosen to be a healer at birth, Naphayel was the pearl of her family. Everyone loved her; her father and mother doted on her, and her older brother would be her protector when she was teased by the other children. Everything was good until suddenly war came. It was the first war that Naphayel experienced, and it still haunts her to this day. Her father and brother went to battle, leaving her mother to care after her. Nobody had expected the Descended to suddenly attack the place that they were staying at; she was separated from her mother and was locked up in a cage, alone. She was later freed by the Ascended paladins, but her family was stripped from her forever: her father and brother both passed away during the battle, and her mother, who was unable to take the harsh reality of her most beloved ones deaths, sunk into anesthesia, spending her days waiting for her husband and son not knowing that they would never return. Naphayel was almost devastated by the drastic change. Unable to bring herself to tell her mother that her father and brother would never return, she indulged herself into learning about healing and practicing the skills she had obtained, rushing from patient to patient in hopes of forgetting her own worries by helping others with theirs. Finally, during her eighth winter, her mother passed away quietly in her sleep. Since then Naphayel has slowly been walking out of the shadows of her past, but just one push and it'll be just as easy for her to fall back into them.
AGE: 14 winters and six moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE: Ascended
RANK: Healer Apprentice
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: Phoebe
WEAPON OF CHOICE: scalpel
DESCRIPTION: A frail young girl with pale blue eyes and luscious gold locks, Naphayel has a innocent and airy look. Even for her age, she is skinny and fragile looking; both which are emphasized by her abnormally small white wings.
PERSONALITY: Perhaps it is because of her young age, Naphayel is utterly innocent and sweet, just like how a good little girl should be. Her mind is similar to a blank paper; anyone could easily imprint their thoughts on her. With a kind, caring soul, it seems as if she was naturally built to become a healer.
STRENGTHS: Since a very young age Naphayel has demonstrated talent in the art of healing. Other than her abilities in healing, Naphayel also has a talent in singing and dancing. Not the fast, cheery type, but a slower-paced, elegant, kind. It's the only thing that she had learned from her mother, who died when Naphayel was about 8 winters.
WEAKNESSES: Naphayel is claustrophobic, as she was once almost turned into a prisoner by the Descended once when she was still a young child. It was the same battle that took her brother and father. She was forced into a small, dirty cage, alone and hungry for hours until finally some Ascended paladins came along and found her. Ever since then she has been afraid of closed up spaces and barred windows.
HISTORY: Chosen to be a healer at birth, Naphayel was the pearl of her family. Everyone loved her; her father and mother doted on her, and her older brother would be her protector when she was teased by the other children. Everything was good until suddenly war came. It was the first war that Naphayel experienced, and it still haunts her to this day. Her father and brother went to battle, leaving her mother to care after her. Nobody had expected the Descended to suddenly attack the place that they were staying at; she was separated from her mother and was locked up in a cage, alone. She was later freed by the Ascended paladins, but her family was stripped from her forever: her father and brother both passed away during the battle, and her mother, who was unable to take the harsh reality of her most beloved ones deaths, sunk into anesthesia, spending her days waiting for her husband and son not knowing that they would never return. Naphayel was almost devastated by the drastic change. Unable to bring herself to tell her mother that her father and brother would never return, she indulged herself into learning about healing and practicing the skills she had obtained, rushing from patient to patient in hopes of forgetting her own worries by helping others with theirs. Finally, during her eighth winter, her mother passed away quietly in her sleep. Since then Naphayel has slowly been walking out of the shadows of her past, but just one push and it'll be just as easy for her to fall back into them.
NAME: Ophos
AGE: 18 winters and 2 moons
GENDER: male
COTERIE: Ascended
RANK: Paladin
MENTOR/APPRENTICE:
WEAPON OF CHOICE: ten switchblades that he hides in different places on him
DESCRIPTION: A tall, lean boy with a somewhat skinny form, Ophos looks just like any other average Ascended teenager with his scruffy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He is somewhat plain, but at least his features are not bad-looking.
PERSONALITY: Ophos is quite laid-back and easy-going when he is not in battle. He is friendly and easy to approach, and can be quite talkative once someone starts a conversation. In battle, however, he can be a fearsome opponent for many.
STRENGTHS: Other than being a strong, swift paladin, Ophos is known to juggle. He loves juggling his ten switchblades for the amusement of others; it makes him happy to know that he is bringing happiness to others as well. It is also rumored that as a boy Ophos is known to play the lyre for a hobby, but no one has saw him play ever since he became a tyro.
WEAKNESSES:
HISTORY: Three sentences or more please, and don't just say they were born and grew up, maybe give them reason to become a solider if they did, or reason that they didn't, be creative
AGE: 18 winters and 2 moons
GENDER: male
COTERIE: Ascended
RANK: Paladin
MENTOR/APPRENTICE:
WEAPON OF CHOICE: ten switchblades that he hides in different places on him
DESCRIPTION: A tall, lean boy with a somewhat skinny form, Ophos looks just like any other average Ascended teenager with his scruffy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He is somewhat plain, but at least his features are not bad-looking.
PERSONALITY: Ophos is quite laid-back and easy-going when he is not in battle. He is friendly and easy to approach, and can be quite talkative once someone starts a conversation. In battle, however, he can be a fearsome opponent for many.
STRENGTHS: Other than being a strong, swift paladin, Ophos is known to juggle. He loves juggling his ten switchblades for the amusement of others; it makes him happy to know that he is bringing happiness to others as well. It is also rumored that as a boy Ophos is known to play the lyre for a hobby, but no one has saw him play ever since he became a tyro.
WEAKNESSES:
HISTORY: Three sentences or more please, and don't just say they were born and grew up, maybe give them reason to become a solider if they did, or reason that they didn't, be creative
NAME: Ceres
AGE: 26 winters and 5 moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE: Ascended
RANK: Civilian
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: ----
WEAPON OF CHOICE: small pocket knife that she keeps in case emergencies happen
DESCRIPTION: Though well past her younger ages, with her long golden locks and deep blue eyes, Ceres is still a beautiful woman to look at. It's no wonder that she had caught the eyes of the Archascended with her slender form and pretty face. Standing at the height of 5'6, she is a small petite woman who typically has a gentle smile hanging on her face.
PERSONALITY: A gentle, kind woman, Ceres does her best to serve Icarus as a dutiful wife and a good mother. She doesn't expect a lot out of him, though; what can you expect when you're the wife of a man who has 143 other children? It'd be an awful waste of time for her to fret and envy the other women that also serve at his side. She wants nothing more than to raise her child and peace and slowly grow old while watching her child grow up.
STRENGTHS: Ceres is a skilled dancer and musician other than looking pretty. She had learned most of her skills from her mother before she left the household and went out to live along. Other than these skills that serve as decorations, Ceres is has a green thumb and enjoys gardening very much. She is also noted to cook delicious dishes ever since she became a mother herself.
WEAKNESSES: Her child is Ceres' greatest weakness; the child that she bore to Icarus is her greatest hope and dream that if she were robbed of her precious baby, it's more than likely that she'd go insane from the pain of being separated from her child. There is nothing she wouldn't do to ensure that the child grows up with a bright future, even if that would mean going against the Archascended himself.
HISTORY: Growing up from an average civilian family, Ceres had never thought that she would one day she would become one of the Archascended's many wives. She had always thought that she would marry an average man, just like her mother, and slowly grow old together. But fate had its own way of workings things, and her life now differs greatly from the one she envisioned for herself in the past. She cares deeply for Icarus, do not mistake that, and yearns for him to return her feelings. Slowly, though, as the years have passed, she has learned to become content with her position and no longer demands him to return her emotions. Instead, she focuses on raising her only child;her only child indeed, as she had almost died giving birth the first time and is now unable to conceive again in fear that her health should waver. However, Ceres is happy with her life now and could not ask for more.
AGE: 26 winters and 5 moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE: Ascended
RANK: Civilian
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: ----
WEAPON OF CHOICE: small pocket knife that she keeps in case emergencies happen
DESCRIPTION: Though well past her younger ages, with her long golden locks and deep blue eyes, Ceres is still a beautiful woman to look at. It's no wonder that she had caught the eyes of the Archascended with her slender form and pretty face. Standing at the height of 5'6, she is a small petite woman who typically has a gentle smile hanging on her face.
PERSONALITY: A gentle, kind woman, Ceres does her best to serve Icarus as a dutiful wife and a good mother. She doesn't expect a lot out of him, though; what can you expect when you're the wife of a man who has 143 other children? It'd be an awful waste of time for her to fret and envy the other women that also serve at his side. She wants nothing more than to raise her child and peace and slowly grow old while watching her child grow up.
STRENGTHS: Ceres is a skilled dancer and musician other than looking pretty. She had learned most of her skills from her mother before she left the household and went out to live along. Other than these skills that serve as decorations, Ceres is has a green thumb and enjoys gardening very much. She is also noted to cook delicious dishes ever since she became a mother herself.
WEAKNESSES: Her child is Ceres' greatest weakness; the child that she bore to Icarus is her greatest hope and dream that if she were robbed of her precious baby, it's more than likely that she'd go insane from the pain of being separated from her child. There is nothing she wouldn't do to ensure that the child grows up with a bright future, even if that would mean going against the Archascended himself.
HISTORY: Growing up from an average civilian family, Ceres had never thought that she would one day she would become one of the Archascended's many wives. She had always thought that she would marry an average man, just like her mother, and slowly grow old together. But fate had its own way of workings things, and her life now differs greatly from the one she envisioned for herself in the past. She cares deeply for Icarus, do not mistake that, and yearns for him to return her feelings. Slowly, though, as the years have passed, she has learned to become content with her position and no longer demands him to return her emotions. Instead, she focuses on raising her only child;her only child indeed, as she had almost died giving birth the first time and is now unable to conceive again in fear that her health should waver. However, Ceres is happy with her life now and could not ask for more.
NAME: Leunael
AGE: 15 winters and 1 moon
GENDER: female
COTERIE: Descended
RANK: Tyro
MENTOR/APPRENTICE:
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Metal staff that is about her own height with a series of bells stringed on it.
DESCRIPTION: Hair, eyes, skin, clothing, etc.
PERSONALITY: At least three sentences please, tell how they are around others, alone, how they handle tough situations, etc.
STRENGTHS: Any skills that they have, how well they can use their weapon ("Weapon" of choice doesn't necessarily mean they can use it properly), any hobbies they have
WEAKNESSES: Fears, allergies, mental, physical, etc.
HISTORY: Three sentences or more please, and don't just say they were born and grew up, maybe give them reason to become a solider if they did, or reason that they didn't, be creative
AGE: 15 winters and 1 moon
GENDER: female
COTERIE: Descended
RANK: Tyro
MENTOR/APPRENTICE:
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Metal staff that is about her own height with a series of bells stringed on it.
DESCRIPTION: Hair, eyes, skin, clothing, etc.
PERSONALITY: At least three sentences please, tell how they are around others, alone, how they handle tough situations, etc.
STRENGTHS: Any skills that they have, how well they can use their weapon ("Weapon" of choice doesn't necessarily mean they can use it properly), any hobbies they have
WEAKNESSES: Fears, allergies, mental, physical, etc.
HISTORY: Three sentences or more please, and don't just say they were born and grew up, maybe give them reason to become a solider if they did, or reason that they didn't, be creative
NAME: Lilith
AGE: 16 winters and 7 moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE:Descended
RANK: Civilian
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: Only where applies
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Try to be original, and don't be afraid to be specific, such as "flintlock pistol" over just "pistol" or "gun"
DESCRIPTION: Hair, eyes, skin, clothing, etc.
PERSONALITY: At least three sentences please, tell how they are around others, alone, how they handle tough situations, etc.
STRENGTHS: Any skills that they have, how well they can use their weapon ("Weapon" of choice doesn't necessarily mean they can use it properly), any hobbies they have
WEAKNESSES: Fears, allergies, mental, physical, etc.
HISTORY: Three sentences or more please, and don't just say they were born and grew up, maybe give them reason to become a solider if they did, or reason that they didn't, be creative
AGE: 16 winters and 7 moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE:Descended
RANK: Civilian
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: Only where applies
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Try to be original, and don't be afraid to be specific, such as "flintlock pistol" over just "pistol" or "gun"
DESCRIPTION: Hair, eyes, skin, clothing, etc.
PERSONALITY: At least three sentences please, tell how they are around others, alone, how they handle tough situations, etc.
STRENGTHS: Any skills that they have, how well they can use their weapon ("Weapon" of choice doesn't necessarily mean they can use it properly), any hobbies they have
WEAKNESSES: Fears, allergies, mental, physical, etc.
HISTORY: Three sentences or more please, and don't just say they were born and grew up, maybe give them reason to become a solider if they did, or reason that they didn't, be creative
NAME: Yaniv
AGE: 25 winters and 4 moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE: cardinal
RANK: Regent
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: ----
WEAPON OF CHOICE: A long thin thread of beads soaked with poison
DESCRIPTION: At first glance Yaniv almost seems as if she is of Descended descendant; however, at a closer look, one would realize that her hair and wings are merely shades of a dark reddish brown, not black. With her sharp gaze, short hair, and tall figure, Yaniv is often mistaken for a male. She is quite handsome and good-looking if one can manage to ignore her dry sense of humor and eerie taste.
PERSONALITY: Cynical and bitter, Yaniv is not a pleasant person to be with. She has a very dry sense of humor as well as a weird taste for cruelty. Her preference in young children as lovers don't help with her reputation much, either. A long time ago, Yaniv was a drastically different person: optimistic, cheerful, innocent. But time and experience has robbed her of those qualities and now Yaniv is left with the person that she is now.
STRENGTHS: Yaniv specializes in poison besides strategizing. She enjoys watching her victims fall and struggle in vain against the potent poison that she makes personally. She also seems to be quite an expert at the art of abduction, seen with her many young lovers who she takes regularly with or without their consent.
WEAKNESSES: Before Yaniv turned into the pedophile she is now, she was once sweet and innocent as any other girl was. She had a lover, who was many winters older than her, and doted on her. However, he soon abandoned her, claiming that she was too masculine for his liking. From then on she became obsessed with her appearance, and any negative comment made towards her physical features may be taken either as in insult or a fact; she'd either react with a crazed anger, or she'd be depressed and hysterical, depending on who the speaker is.
HISTORY: Once upon a time Yaniv was kind, innocent, and happy. She had everything she could ask for: a loving family, a caring lover, and a beautiful face. But then everything broke apart. Her mother and father would argue over the many lovers that they each took, both insanely jealous of anyone who came in contact with the other. Her lover, who once promised that he'd never leave her, suddenly told her that she was no longer wanted, as she appeared to be more boyish than feminine. Everything that was once in her hands slipped away before she could even try and hold on to it. She was pushed into the deep depths of darkness, unwanted, sad, and alone. As time passed, her deep love for the man who abandoned her slowly turned into boiling hatred. Swearing vengeance on him, she fought tooth and claw to stand at the high rank she is at now. Since the day he left her she has never taken an older lover again, and instead finds herself attracted to younger ones regardless of gender, as she believes that young children do not care for appearance and only for the heart and soul of a person.
AGE: 25 winters and 4 moons
GENDER: female
COTERIE: cardinal
RANK: Regent
MENTOR/APPRENTICE: ----
WEAPON OF CHOICE: A long thin thread of beads soaked with poison
DESCRIPTION: At first glance Yaniv almost seems as if she is of Descended descendant; however, at a closer look, one would realize that her hair and wings are merely shades of a dark reddish brown, not black. With her sharp gaze, short hair, and tall figure, Yaniv is often mistaken for a male. She is quite handsome and good-looking if one can manage to ignore her dry sense of humor and eerie taste.
PERSONALITY: Cynical and bitter, Yaniv is not a pleasant person to be with. She has a very dry sense of humor as well as a weird taste for cruelty. Her preference in young children as lovers don't help with her reputation much, either. A long time ago, Yaniv was a drastically different person: optimistic, cheerful, innocent. But time and experience has robbed her of those qualities and now Yaniv is left with the person that she is now.
STRENGTHS: Yaniv specializes in poison besides strategizing. She enjoys watching her victims fall and struggle in vain against the potent poison that she makes personally. She also seems to be quite an expert at the art of abduction, seen with her many young lovers who she takes regularly with or without their consent.
WEAKNESSES: Before Yaniv turned into the pedophile she is now, she was once sweet and innocent as any other girl was. She had a lover, who was many winters older than her, and doted on her. However, he soon abandoned her, claiming that she was too masculine for his liking. From then on she became obsessed with her appearance, and any negative comment made towards her physical features may be taken either as in insult or a fact; she'd either react with a crazed anger, or she'd be depressed and hysterical, depending on who the speaker is.
HISTORY: Once upon a time Yaniv was kind, innocent, and happy. She had everything she could ask for: a loving family, a caring lover, and a beautiful face. But then everything broke apart. Her mother and father would argue over the many lovers that they each took, both insanely jealous of anyone who came in contact with the other. Her lover, who once promised that he'd never leave her, suddenly told her that she was no longer wanted, as she appeared to be more boyish than feminine. Everything that was once in her hands slipped away before she could even try and hold on to it. She was pushed into the deep depths of darkness, unwanted, sad, and alone. As time passed, her deep love for the man who abandoned her slowly turned into boiling hatred. Swearing vengeance on him, she fought tooth and claw to stand at the high rank she is at now. Since the day he left her she has never taken an older lover again, and instead finds herself attracted to younger ones regardless of gender, as she believes that young children do not care for appearance and only for the heart and soul of a person.