Name: Melica Arefaen
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human
Weapon: Dual blades. Meli fights with two swords, straight on one edge while the other curves out, then in. The hilts are wrapped with woven green-and-black fabric, and the blades are a metal tinged slightly green. The very edges are a bright shade of green, humming and glowing slightly with venom--a deep enough cut will infect a perosn's system and kill them in a matter of hours, and a wound that may be survivable may not be such. There is an antidote, but the venom is fast-acting. She sheathes the swords in black sheathes at each hip.
Appearance: Melica has reddish hair and distinctive, golden eyes with green flecks. She's rather curvy, and likes to dress in a sexually appealing way because why the hell not. She has knee-high black boots just 'cause, tan pants tucked into them, an elbow-length black shirt with a high collar but opened rather low, a green vest with a low neckline, and fingerless brown gloves.
Personality: Melica is impulsive--very. She'll follow her gut to the death. She's also emotionally messed up, between the shock of loss that still lingers and her father's abusive nature, and the moral difficulties of what she does. She wears a mask of confidence and seductive attitude, but it could slip at any moment, and beneath it she's broken.
Despite her unstable problems, Meli's free-spirited, wily, and independent. Don't try to hold her down without expecting a fight. She's persuasive enough to talk her way out of most situations, but tends to fight instead.
Background: Meli was born to the prestigious Arefaens. Her elder sister was set to take the power, and with no responsibility but everything she could ever want, Melica was content. Then her sister abandoned the family, and the power was left to Melica. She panicked. But it was all right, because after a few months, everything else went to hell in a terrorist attack. Her mother and little sister were killed, and she was left alone. When her father became abusive at sixteen, she ran away from home, looking for something else--anything else. She does what she can for money now, not really caring if she has to steal or seduce or anything like that--she just never wants to use the Arefaen name to her advantage.
Other: Meli is very quick and graceful.
Name: Aren Alpenlen
Gender: Male
Age: 166. He appears 26.
Race: Blue Phoenix--a mutation of a phoenix with blue feathers and no fiery powers.
Weapon: None. Aren fights in true form--his talons are deadly, and he's faster and more graceful in the air.
Appearance: Aren is usually in human form. He has dark blonde hair that's almost always tousled, as if he just got up form a nap, and stormy blue eyes, as well as slightly crooked glasses. Most of his shirts are paint-stained, and he prefers white button-downs with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Yes, all of his nice shirts are paint-stained. Overall, he always looks somewhat disheveled. He has a indigo-colored jacket that he usually zips up art of the way, and keeps a sketchbook fastened to his belt via a series of straps.
Personality: Aren is intelligent, skilled with logic and strategy, and has a good heart. He'll always do what's right, and is surprisingly courageous. Despite these, he's also an emotionally blind dork. Seriously. He won't be able to tell you're mad at him until you slap him--this has happened before.
Background: Aren's seen a lot over the years he's been around. As a mutant phoenix, Aren wasn't that well-liked by his kind, when he encountered them. In his early reincarnations, very much by chance and luck, he was taken under the wing of an elderly phoenix because of his mutation. The elder taught him everything, like a mentor, and stressed heavily the value of battle, valor, and victory. He always wanted Aren to use his human form to help the world survive, by joining the military, and eventually Aren finally did, although he really wanted to pursue art. He ascended the ranks of the military quickly with his strong resolve, and became a commander. Then the worst happened--his lover was killed in battle. He left the military shortly thereafter, and it took years for him to recover. He did so through art, and when he returned to himself he kept doing it.
In his most recent reincarnation, he met a girl named Milo who was always teased for unnatural mutations. He stood up for her, knowing that he was a mutant himself and remembering how he was shunned. The two are excellent friends... that's all... right?
Other: His sketchbook is what allows him to retain his human form. It has a charm that puts a glamour on him, making him appear, sound, and feel human, although he'll sometimes squawk when surprised, drop feathers at times, and he can do flawless bird calls.
Aren is pretty klutzy in human form, and has a tendency to swear vicariously when stressed. He's also clairvoyant. He tends to just know certain things, and sometimes he'll predict things through art--any art that's readily on-hand.
Name: Delabi Tonitrui
Gender: Female
Age: Nobody knows for sure. But she appears thirteen or so, and acts more like nineteen.
Race: Faen--a storm spirit that consumes human souls.
Weapon: Delabi fights in active form. Lighting, baby.
Appearance: Delabi is slender and petite, seeming much younger than she really is. She has golden-blonde hair and big blue eyes, but her smile holds a sadistic, maniacal joy that cancels out all of her innocence. She wears simple white dresses and black cloaks over them.
Of course, that's relaxed form. Her active form is terrifying--silvery hair, thin fangs so long she can't separate them all the way, even though her jaw opens unnaturally wide. Her cloak is a black darker than a moonless night and the hem glows light blue with broken runes--like the names of her many victims. The air around her hums with electricity, and cloudlike mists twist and bend beneath her feet, Oh, and she floats about a foot above the ground. But she rarely engages Active Form. Only for combat and kills.
Personality: Despite her innocent appearances, Delabi is actually rather sadistic by nature, not just because of the Faen urges. She blames said urges for it, but she just naturally likes killing and death. She's kind of creepy in that, and she's also rather crazy. Delabi is easily excitable and energetic, but she knows when to be serious.
Usually. Sometimes she'll just stay overeager and crazy in the serious parts. She's just as impulsive and random as her sister.
Background: Delabi wasn't always a Faen--she used to go by Lenyrin Arefaen, and she was he youngest member of a wealthy, powerful family. Then, when she was only six, a terrorist attack made her flee for her life. Everyone thought she was dead. Within the forest, she was attacked and possessed by a merciless, hungry spirit who took Lenyrin's susceptible body as its host. Her young and terrified mind was made insignificant, and for an unknown number of years she haunted the woods, killing and devouring anyone who was stupid enough to enter them. After all this, she was freed by unknown means, and her mind merged with that of the Faen. The Faen had aged her as much as it had needed to for her to be the ideal host--to thirteen--but her mind was that of a much older person. She remained a Faen--she still needed to eat human souls--but now, she could leave the woods and rejoin society, and she wasn't always a crazed spirit. She only kills when absolutely necessary now.
Other: As a storm spirit, Delabi is capable of manipulating electricity and lightning. She uses that as her major weapon, electrocuting her victims.
Delabi and Melica are sisters, yes, although Melica doesn't know she's alive. Delabi wouldn't call it stalking, but...
Name: Emily Peterson. She goes by Milo.
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Half-Faerie
Weapon: Weapons? Oh, nonononono. Milo isn't a fighter. At all. She doesn't fight, she heals. So, no weapons. None.
Appearance: Milo is petite and small, standing at 5'5. She seems normal from afar, with brown, shoulder-length hair and olive skin. But up close, it's easy to tell that she's... different. There are unnatural, silvery discolored streaks in her hair, like oil in the ocean, she has long, slightly pointed years, her cheekbones are oddly prominent, her fingers and feet are too long--you get the idea. She's ashamed of these unnatural features, save one--her iridescent eyes, white and swirling with all colors like a prism. They're mesmerizing.
As to clothing... ummm... I'll get back to ya.
Personality: Milo is typically pretty down-to-earth and tries to stay calm and keep the peace, ending disputes where she can. However, when stressed she has a bad stutter(no thanks to her faerie vocal chords, it took forever for her to learn how to speak like a human) and tends to freak out. Hyperventilation and sudden confusion is only the beginning--she gets crazy ideas and follows through with them on the spot.
Milo tries to keep a positive outlook on the outside, even when inside she's losing faith.
Background: Milo's had a rather dull life. She never knew her mother, and was quite the daddy's girl--her father being the human one. She was often teased or harassed for her strange features, and realized quickly that she was a freak. There was exactly one thing that kept her happy--Aren. He was the only one who wouldn't tease her, and tended to stand up for her, insisting that he was pretty. Of course she developed a crush on him, and of course
Other: Milo has a faerie's singing voice, and is well-versed in many types of magic. She's best at healing, which is good because she hates fighting. Healing just comes naturally to her.
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That... that completely throws me off. Uhhhhhh. Ummmm. ****.
